Sterling shivered at his desk, glancing around at the other agents diligently working like nothing was wrong. Was it so much to ask for a little heat? Were they concerned about the heating bill? Seriously. He’d never had a problem with cold in the office before. It was getting to be far too distracting. He could barely feel his fingers.

“Can someone call maintenance? I think there’s something wrong with the heater.”

[I’ll make some opens but he probably won’t notice it at first. I’m going to limit it to mainly human touch and I assume this m!a meant… sexual? But whatever. I like angst. Anytime someone touches him, it hurts in varying degrees depending on the pressure of the contact. Also, I’m about to go on my lunch break so expect mobil replies.]