Okay, love, up we go. You're all chilly, that's not good ... maybe we should grab you your coat, that things thicker than it looks.

[ Helping Molly up and into the bed, Fjord arranges the blankets into a burrito around his broken boyfriend to cover him up, dropping a kiss on his head again. He points to the wardrobe, then rubs his arms to mimic a shiver. ]

Are you cold, Molly? Do you want your coat?