It's the first time she can recall him shortening her name in such a way. Why that intrigues her as much as it does is a mystery since she's used to pet names tossed in her direction, but it's probably has something to do with how the lilt of his accent polishes it up. Derek can call her that and it's normal, but Darby does it, and she practically melts. Go figure. "I know. That's why you're here to save me. No power means no heat; no heat means cold Callie."
Were it not so chilly, she'd try to hold on longer, but it really is freezing so she follows the man's direction without protest and climbs up into the vehicle. The seatbelt is considered but disregarded for the moment. That makes it a simple task to lean over and nuzzle her cheek into his shoulder, using Darby as her own personal heater. She didn't realize just how cold her body really was until it began craving the warmth of his. "You know the myth that my name comes from, yeah?" If he even remembers the full name he'd read off of the medical file, that'd be a miracle. "I'm an /island/ nymph, Darb."
Keeping her hands to herself seems like an awful idea when he's right there. Ignoring how he'd pulled away moments before, she reaches over to take one of his hands between both of hers. It's a far more innocent touch than she's used to, but she's transfixed on the size difference between her hands and his own, so it'll do. It probably doesn't feel too great on his end if her hands feel as cold as she thinks they do. Hopefully, he won't get annoyed at her for it. "Calypso depended on Odysseus to keep her company, and me, I got you." Lifting her head to give him some space, she smiles broadly. Happy is what she is, and she sees no benefit in hiding it from him when he's the cause of it. "Might not be a nymph, but I'm still somethin', so how's it feel to be my hero for the night?"
It was surreal but comforting- the sudden shift in Callie's disposition towards him. His body his ready to tense on instinctive command, but Darby manages to battle off the urge in favor of encouraging the progress they've managed to jump to. For a split second he toys with the idea of challenging his driving skills with one hand in order to bring the other around her shoulders but the same voice that dug him in the hole he was able to crawl out of nearly pushed him back in at the thought. Instead, he titled his head closer to prod back with a light nudge of his nose against her temple. It's in that moment that he really comes to appreciate their closeness and despite all medical warnings, he is actually fond of the chill that embraces her form.
"Islands are meant to be warm, dove." he rumbles in an affection jest as he starts up the car. All controls dealing with heat and air control are immediately utilized to aid her temperature. He's hardly mindful of his own moderate temp given that it's easier to cool off than to warm up. The shock of her touch catches him by surprise once more but he's better adapted to deal with it the second time around. His other hand joins the pair effortlessly and introduces friction to heat them.
His eyes meet hers briefly, almost as if to test the waters before he closed the distance between their joined hands and his lips. They barely brush against her skin, but the intention is there. "It's an honor and a pleasure, I assure you."
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