He swallowed thickly. The room may have been covered in ice and snow but Dory had an inferno raging within. His cheeks were flush, his shoulders tense. There was no denying his attraction now, not after the minute spent valiantly resisting the impulsive urge to kiss Greengrass. (Would Greengrass have even kissed him back?)

"Would hate for you to be the one requiring a hospital visit," he replied in reference to their first meeting. One daring look over to the other man proved to Dory he had to get off the ground before making a regrettable mistake.

His hand mistakenly grazed Greengrass' as he made to stand. It was a split second of a touch, but enough to make Dory's cheeks blush with embarrassment. Once standing, Dory offered the same hand to Greengrass to help him up. "I, erm, should probably send a letter to my squad to request help with this one." He said both awkwardly and reluctantly.