Vik, shaking a bit: I'm cold...
Lachlan: Oh here, take my jacket.
Vik: Oh wow... thanks
Lachlan: Of course Vikky.
Mitch, watching them:
Mitch,turning to Jerome: Jerome, I'm cold
Jerome: Well sorry Mitch, it's not like I control the fucking weather now do I?
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