[ Aoba glances back only when he feels his hand being directed around Noiz' waist and it makes him trail off a little, his gentle scolding losing whatever heat it might have had.
Oh. That's right.
This is the thing he's started to do. Holding him, pulling him close at random times. It's... enough that Aoba doesn't bother taking a seat on the other side of the table where he envisioned himself sharing the space with Noiz, and instead just... kneels down and pulls Noiz down with him. Noiz has become so much more physical, but in a different way. It's like he's spoiling him. ]
Sit like this. [ Aoba uses his other hand to retrieve the photo book from under his arm and places it on the table. This means they're squeezed in on the same side, embarrassingly close. But Aoba endures it, lifts the blanket to show him what's beneath. An orange glow spills out. ] ...You keep your lower half warm while sitting under it.
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[ Aoba glances back only when he feels his hand being directed around Noiz' waist and it makes him trail off a little, his gentle scolding losing whatever heat it might have had.
Oh. That's right.
This is the thing he's started to do. Holding him, pulling him close at random times. It's... enough that Aoba doesn't bother taking a seat on the other side of the table where he envisioned himself sharing the space with Noiz, and instead just... kneels down and pulls Noiz down with him. Noiz has become so much more physical, but in a different way. It's like he's spoiling him. ]
Sit like this. [ Aoba uses his other hand to retrieve the photo book from under his arm and places it on the table. This means they're squeezed in on the same side, embarrassingly close. But Aoba endures it, lifts the blanket to show him what's beneath. An orange glow spills out. ] ...You keep your lower half warm while sitting under it.