"Ritsuka?"
"Yes, Soubi?"
"…I'm cold."
"There are more blankets in the linen closet."
…
"Ritsuka? I'm still cold."
"Then go lay over the vent, Soubi. Stop bugging me and go the sleep already."
"We could keep each other warm, Ritsuka. That would work much better than a heaping pile of blankets."
"I told you, Soubi, none of that until Christmas."
"So I can't even lie next to you?"
"You get too touchy-feely in your sleep."
"…Oh."
"Good night, Soubi."
"…Good night, Ritsuka."