Home. Hopefully Jim’s ready to deal with an entirely different type of look, because the smile that Felix wears as he looks around is soft and faintly thoughtful. It’s so light in here, so open and warm despite the snow outside. It seems incongruous that he can only see one fire. Then, Jim’s never had a fire on board his ship either (at least not intentionally in his quarters).

He does shiver when Jim’s hands go around his waist, but it’s a happy shiver. The intimacy of it is unexpected; a little startling, but he walked up the path knowing he didn't know what to expect. He leans gently into the other man’s arms, not to throw off their balance. His skin is flushed already and he can’t tell if it’s from the heat of the fire on his face or the warmth of Jim at his back.

“Oh, I’m going where you are.” He turns just enough to meet Jim’s eyes without breaking contact, his hands curling over the captain’s. “I didn’t travel from another realm just to steal your fire. Even if it is lovely.”