"A little," he admits, though they look far cozier on the couch. He glances back at the fireplace to make sure it isn't about to fizzle out before dragging the screen in front of it and scrambling his way up like a cartoon that can't get its legs under it. Once he's up, it's only a few steps to where she's sitting and he negotiates his way into her other side. He crunches his frame in between Jess and the arm of the sofa, Rocky making it difficult for him to get much room but the last thing he'd do is complain. Though he does the next best thing in tugging at the blanket in a silent beg for her to share it with him.