"What are you watching?" Justin asks as comes around the end of the couch. His eyes are on the book in his hands; it looks big and boring and he is so fixed on it Giriko is surprised he doesn't run into the couch for lack of attention.
"You don't care," he says without any bitterness.
Justin glances up from the book to catch Giriko's gaze with his sky-blue eyes, and when he smiles it bursts bright over his face and makes him look his age for a moment.
"You're right." He still comes around to sit on the end of the couch at Giriko's head. The chainsaw sits up as Justin swings his legs sideways and up onto the cushions, neatly replacing the weight of Giriko's body with his own. The priest is absorbed in his book again, but he idly stretches out his feet to hook his toes under the edge of Giriko's shirt. That's not a problem in itself, but then said toes actually hit Giriko's bare skin and the chainsaw hisses and jerks away.
"Fucking hell, your feet are freezing."
"You're warm," Justin says without looking up. He slides farther down on the couch to replace his feet against the chainsaw's side, and Giriko flinches but doesn't pull back this time.
"There are other options than using me as a goddamn personal heater," he grumbles, half-turning so he can lean back against the couch at an angle and bring his hands up to cover Justin's feet and take the worst of the cold off faster.
"Yeah, I know." Justin still doesn't look up, but when Giriko glances at him the priest is smiling at the book, and the chainsaw's pretty sure there's nothing worth that level of pleasure in the pages. He huffs in a combination of exasperation and repressed amusement and turns his attention back to the show.
Justin's feet, and Giriko's hands, both stay where they are.
