[Just because he can't feel it anymore, doesn't mean he's lost the understanding for it. Aoba had said, clearly before, that he'd wanted to 'cuddle like this' every so often. Noiz hadn't forgotten those words, nor had he forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone.
He wouldn't deny Aoba that sort of feeling. And he had started enjoying that closeness, as well. So when he's pulled down to the kotatsu, he doesn't complain. He gets as comfortable as he can, squeezed next to the other, and lets his feet settle under that orange glow.
He can't feel the heat. Sorry Aoba. But instead of saying that--as he's learnt that constantly reminding Aoba that he can't feel X or Y always makes the other frown, today he'll try a different approach.]
...It'd be useful in winter. [Use logic instead.]
Instead of turning on the heat in the house.
[Thin walls would make the heat escape. A thick blanket around a heater.... It makes sense to him.]
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He wouldn't deny Aoba that sort of feeling. And he had started enjoying that closeness, as well. So when he's pulled down to the kotatsu, he doesn't complain. He gets as comfortable as he can, squeezed next to the other, and lets his feet settle under that orange glow.
He can't feel the heat. Sorry Aoba. But instead of saying that--as he's learnt that constantly reminding Aoba that he can't feel X or Y always makes the other frown, today he'll try a different approach.]
...It'd be useful in winter. [Use logic instead.]
Instead of turning on the heat in the house.
[Thin walls would make the heat escape. A thick blanket around a heater....
It makes sense to him.]