For some reason, that mumbled reassurance just breaks his heart further, and if he can put on more speed, he will. Everyone else will just see a vague lanudry-colored blur heading towards the central fire and John doesn't so much deposit him beside it as sit down with Charlie cradled in his arms to try and warm him from both sides.

"You have to let the fire get you warm, Noel. You're going to be all right."

He is. He is going to be all right.