"A little frost bite never hurt anyone, except a plethora of people…!" Walter mused happily as he was tugged inside the other’s window, letting out a tiny gasp as he felt himself lose balance and clumsily fall on top of the other. He braced himself, hands on both sides of the other’s head as he looked down at the medic with that same broad grin as before. ‘What a homoerotic position to be in!’, he mused.
"It’s nice to see you again…!"
It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, nearly, as the Sniper had caught himself, but the tumble had left them in a bit of, well, a compromising position. Not, he secretly thought, that he minded all that much.
He smiles right back, blushing but not moving for a moment- not, at least, until a gust blew icy cold and some snowflakes into the room. Oh, frigid killjoy. Huffing a bit, he lifts his head up and, in one of the bolder moves of his life, gives the Sniper a quick peck of a kiss.
"I’d b-bettah shut zhe v-vindow before ve bozh catch cold…"
Sliding out from under Walter, Johann gets to his feet and, shivering a little, shuts the window, keeping the cold outside where it belongs.
"…it’s f-funny you should come… I v-vas just zhinking of you."
"That tends to happen quite often… I’m quite the unusually eerie and unpredictable looming force of a person…! There’s a reason I’m a troop leader after all…" He snickered, moving out of the other’s way as he rolled onto his back on the other’s floor, drawing in his long legs as he stared at the ceiling. Before the other could close the window, a rather angry, sweater adorning little crow made his way inside, and angrily perched Himself along where Johann’s mice were. He let out an angry caw, and Walter just snickered once more from his spot on the floor, raising a boney hand.
"I brought Him with me… I hope you don’t mind… He gets aggressively lonely without me…"