"My hands are cold, will you warm them up for me?" Lukas asks, presenting his hands to Matthias, who takes them and squishes his own cheeks with them, smiling like a dork.
"Better?" He asks, voice slightly distorted due to his cheeks being squished.
"Mhm.." Lukas hums contently, the heat from Matthias' cheeks pleasantly contrasting the temperature of his hands, warming up his 'constantly cold hands', as the Dane liked to point out.
"Sandwich!" Matthias suddenly declares, holding Lukas' hands between his own. "Your hands are so soft.."
"Ah.. that's nice," he sighs , "But hugs do the job better."