Wes hadn't considered WX-78's metal skin as being a problem. After all, the robotic man had withstood the summer heat without a sweat and taken darts from MacTusk without a dent. Now, as the duo tracked through the snowy forest in hunt of any remaining rabbits, Wes could see WX-78 shivering violently behind him. They had yet to find another Koalaphant and so WX-78 was only adorned with a set of rabbit muffs.

WX-78 refused any offers of his puffy vest Wes tried to mime out. Wes wasn't sure if he merely misunderstood, or genuinely would not let the human go without the thick coat. Wes stopped walking, and WX-78 paused right behind him.

"WHY HAVE WE STOPPED?" The robot inquired, his monotonous, metallic voice echoing off the dying trees. Wes shook the vest off his shoulders, feeling winter winds gnawing at his skin. He tried to push the vest in WX-78's hand, but the robot simply pushed the coat back to the mime.

Exasperated, Wes attempted an elaborate series of gestures conveying his frustration with his fellow survivalist. WX-78 shook his head, and then pointed towards the darkening sky.

"WE ARE TOO FAR FROM OUR CAMP. WE MUST BUILD A TEMPORARY SHELTER FOR THE NIGHT," WX-78 then veered off the path and into a small clearing in the trees, far enough away so they couldn't ignite the entire forest. He started to pull out several logs from his backpack, covering them in dry grass. As he worked to light their fire, Wes returned to coat to his back and went to help the robot.

The small fire smoked, and then bloomed into a small flame. WX-78 added two logs, making a sizable fire. Wes sat down farther away from the fire so he wouldn't get singed, but WX-78 remained as close as he could. The robot's trembling frame gleamed faintly by the firelight, illuminating his sharper corners.

The mime watched his robot companion for a few moments. Besides the usual growls, caws and rustles from the wilderness, Wes could hear subtle creaking in the harsh winds. No doubt WX-78's metal joints were starting to seize up from frost and cold. The meager, flickering heat wasn't helping much, even though his face was practically resting in the fire.

Wes crawled forward carefully, placing his hands on WX-78's sides and pulling him away from the fire. The mime's hands almost froze in place on the freezing metal. Wes stretched out the fluffy coat around both their bodies, squishing his lean frame against WX-78's. Although they both still shivered in unison, their shared warmth was better in the severe night.