Possibly, I'm Insane

Patrick sometimes considers his life choices. For instance, in another life, he spends this frigid evening in a house with heat. In a bed with blankets. That sounds like a fantasy.

Instead, he’s in a freezing van debating whether it’s worth it to spend some of their meager cash reserves on a motel room.

“I think body heat will keep us warm,” Pete declares.

This sounds dubious to Patrick, but then Pete plasters himself up against Patrick’s side, molding against him perfectly, and he’s hot pressed against Patrick’s skin, and Patrick honestly can’t argue with it. This is the fantasy.