[It's hard to miss the way Katsuki stops griping when their fingers touch, the way his tail sways and his eyes close. Shouto feels it a little, too; the warmth, the rightness that comes with the tiny trickle of Chroma. Maybe it's not just that he's cold. Maybe he's like Shouto, feeling the drain of Cordis, craving the contact of moonlacing and not knowing how to ask for it. But how to say that without Katsuki flipping again? He's thinking as he devours a second bun, drinking some of his tea in between.]

Fine, it's fine. It's fine, you're fine, besides being freezing.

[What should he say? Should he ask?]

...You can move closer if you want. I'm not contagious.

[...Nailed it??]