George laughed softly at Roger's teasing of his scolding. Yes, he probably had said that a hundred times before.  Wasn't that a requirement for a parent to remind their child to bundle up else catch a cold?  "It gets hot chopping wood.  Ohhh, shut up." He teased gently in return.   HIs lips curled into an amused and happy smile when Roger nudged him.  He very much enjoyed these moments where Roger was being even-tempered and kind.   He took the canteen and nodded,  "You're right. Let's go back to the cabin and clean up before dinner. or be a lazy turd and sleep."<br/><br/>He put his jacket on so he did not catch a cold and went back to the cabin with Roger. He was sweating from hauling and chopping wood and he would love a nap, but he also felt the urge to get clean.  Once they returned to the cabin he started a small fire and hung up his wet socks and Tshirt, even the jeans were soaked up to his shins as they had been sloshing around in the melting snow.   He stood in the living room of their small cabin in nothing but his boxers.  They were both men and both adults. therefore it didn't matter, right?  He stretched a moment and made sure the fire was going to warm the place before he began to wash his face and chest in the small basin in the bathroom.   After he had gotten relatively clean, he pulled on some fresh clothes, pulled a blanket around his shoulders and sat down in a worn chair in front of the fire.