[ Aoba feels a little cramped, a little awkward, but the more Noiz takes this in that calm and distant way he does for anything unobjectionable, and yet stays in the present with those gestures - unremarkable maybe to anyone else, but for someone who was so neglected in his youth that he grew up feeling very much like he was on an alien planet, it's nothing short of a miracle. Something like this would have probably earned him a hostile response and maybe a demand to know why he'd participate in this kind of pointless exercise.

All this, and without having used Scrap. ]

Yeah! [ Noiz gets it! Aoba smiles warmly and nods. ] Granny had one too, and around this time of year...you could always see a small bowl of tangerines for snacking on, or a piping hot cup of tea.

[ Ah, how nostalgic...and now he can make new memories with Noiz with this. Opening yet another act of that domestic fantasy of his...

Aoba realizes he's spacing out, daydreaming about foolish things like playing an innocent form of footsy under the kotatsu with warm socks and Noiz not even realizing it, or catching him knocked out beneath it because who doesn't love a nap under one of those?! A-anyway! He gives his head a little shake, his cheeks feeling about as hot as the heat lamp under the table. ]

W-which means... you should really spend some time under it, so you don't catch a cold. [ And surely not for any other reason ever. ]