"Agh, don't put your hands on me! They're cold." Tino huffed and scooted to the edge of the bed.

"S'rry," Berwald moped as he rolled over onto his other side.

A tense silence flooded the gap between them. After a couple minutes passed, Berwald said:

"T'no?"

They both turned to face each other.

"Yeah?" Tino answered back.

Berwald paused for a moment, then asked, "What happ'ned?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"...B'tween us."

The awkward tension returned. Tino, not knowing what to say, and Berwald, not having anything to say, both avoided each other's eyes.

"I think," Tino started. "I... no, I don't know."

Berwald sighed, but before he could return to facing the wall, Tino spoke up:

"Do you think... we could pretend that things were okay, and that you could hold me like when we first ran away, just for tonight?"

Tino cautiously looked to Berwald, who was smiling ever-so-slightly, as if he was trying to hide his happiness.

"Mkay. Just for t'night." Berwald said, pulling Tino in close.

"'s it warm?" he asked. Tino noticed that, despite the fact that Berwald's hands were icy, his body was soothingly cozy.

"Yes," Tino replied as he snuggled closer to Berwald's heart.