Foxx huffed. “Well, they should be! The whole reason they were put in danger in the first place is because their privacy was violated at the hospitals they went to. Now, if they testify, they will be exposed to who knows what kind of crazies. How is it fair that I get to remain safe and still say my truth, while they have to be seen by all, and be put in even more danger?!”
“I won’t lie and say it’s not a concern.”
“Then what can be done about it? There has to be something in place that will help protect them.”
“There’s not.”
“That’s bullshit!” Foxx snapped.
“It is. And you should bring it up to Tony. Maybe if you are annoying enough, and push enough, something can be done about it before the first trial takes place.” The brat blinked, looking confused, as if he hadn’t thought Harlow would agree. He smirked. “Release the full force of your non-stop talking on the man. You’ll accomplish it in no time.”
Foxx rolled his eyes, but was obviously not offended, as he began to giggle a few seconds later. “He’ll do what I want just to get me to shut up.”
“Brat.”
“Old man.” Foxx stuck his tongue out.
The lights flickered out, plunging the room into darkness. Foxx let out an ear-piercing scream.
“For fuck’s sake, stop screaming, Foxx. We just lost power, that’s all. There’s a winter storm approaching. A branch, or some asshole, probably just took out a line!” the human snapped.
Foxx gasped. Did Harlow not know what this meant?! Did he not know the horrors that would come?! “Just?! Just?! How could you even say that? Do you even know what this means?!” Foxx screeched.
“What? What does it mean, you drama queen?”
“I’m going to freeze!!” Foxx cried.
“Oh, for…” Harlow took a deep breath. “You are such a fucking baby. Stay here, I’ll grab some extra blankets.” Shoving the covers aside, the man jumped up out of the bed butt ass naked. The human let out an irritated grunt as he stumbled over something on the floor, likely his own damn clothes, before finally making it out of the room.
Foxx jumped out of the bed and rushed to his walk-in. Opening up the winter wardrobe inside—a section of his closet that had been growing as of late—he cried out in relief as he found his newest purchase, a double lined fuzzy teddy bear onesie.
Foxx quickly put it on, and he was just getting in bed, about to pull the covers up, when Harlow came back in, carrying a lit candle in one hand and a shit ton of quilts in the other.
Harlow paused on entering and stared, but Foxx just stared back.
“You know…I own multiple flashlights, old man. How about we don’t risk burning the apartment down?”
Harlow rolled his eyes and blew the candle out. “Better?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have to put on the bear one?”
“It’s double lined and furred,” Foxx said with a huff.
Harlow sighed and set the candle down on a dresser, before walking over and tossing the extra covers on the bed. After spreading them out, Harlow moved to the dresser he used, grunting as he reached it. The man must have accidentally kicked it in the dark. Foxx watched the human dig through one drawer for a while, before clumsy pulling on a pair of boxers. Yay for night vision giving him the ability to see this entertaining scene clearly.
Returning to the bed, Harlow slipped in on his side, under the mountain of covers.
Foxx, of course, scooted over and clung to him. Because all of the human’s warmth would be his!
He laid there in Harlow’s arms, trying to sleep, but as time passed, the temperature in the house began to drop.
Foxx tried to bury deeper into Harlow. “So cold,” he whined. “I’m going to perish.”
Harlow snorted, his arms pulling him flush against his body. “You are fine, brat.”
He grumbled, but did his best to try to sleep despite the horrible, terrifying circumstances.
