[ His eyes are glued to her as she enters. He sits up, wrapping the blankets around him a bit tighter. He nearly flinches at the contact - not because it's Homura, but out of sheer habit - as she reaches out. And sure enough... his shoulder feels much warmer. Warmer than it likely would even without the curse. ]
It... it does.
[ He doesn't move away from her touch. He's waiting to see if the warmth spreads to the rest of his body. ]
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It... it does.
[ He doesn't move away from her touch. He's waiting to see if the warmth spreads to the rest of his body. ]