[--Right, the clothing problem. He'd... completely forgotten about that, even if that's why she now had his coat draped over most of her, with the extra fabric tucked over his own legs and lap.
He gives a soft grunt at the elbow at his ribs, and rolls his eyes.] I ain't uncomfortable.
[Not physically, anyway. A little cold, sure, but otherwise comfortable enough laying out here on the grass. But if he's chilly, with his long sleeves and pants, he can't imagine what Fie might be feeling. And... yeah, maybe he's trying to deny how discomforted (if not quite uncomfortable) the emotional closeness is. As little as this openness has been, it's more than he's allowed himself for a long time. Probably even more so than when he'd spoken with Ken right before his death, so deadset on resolution, trying to reject any hint of emotion.
He shakes his head at the question.]
I haven't really gone out at night much. Makoto's out all the time, but I don't really ask him about it. [And, well, the vampire bar probably isn't up Fie's alley.] It was more I didn't want you freezing to death.
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He gives a soft grunt at the elbow at his ribs, and rolls his eyes.] I ain't uncomfortable.
[Not physically, anyway. A little cold, sure, but otherwise comfortable enough laying out here on the grass. But if he's chilly, with his long sleeves and pants, he can't imagine what Fie might be feeling. And... yeah, maybe he's trying to deny how discomforted (if not quite uncomfortable) the emotional closeness is. As little as this openness has been, it's more than he's allowed himself for a long time. Probably even more so than when he'd spoken with Ken right before his death, so deadset on resolution, trying to reject any hint of emotion.
He shakes his head at the question.]
I haven't really gone out at night much. Makoto's out all the time, but I don't really ask him about it. [And, well, the vampire bar probably isn't up Fie's alley.] It was more I didn't want you freezing to death.