It's different. A kind of different, Obi isn't entirely sure he likes, but he also isn't opposed to either. Shirayuki's nestled underneath his arm, head resting gingerly across his chest, and with her eyes closed, Obi isn't entirely sure if she's asleep or still awake.
Yet, he's warm. She's so warm against his side, but not in an overheating way, just in a gentle, kind of comfortable way. If he was less of an assassin, perhaps this is the same type of comfort that a blanket offers people who have lived less dangerous lives.
Obi never really lets himself settle down, but being here, feels almost like the break from the danger that he wasn't necessarily seeking but found anyway.
He reaches out his hand to gently lay it on her shoulder, as if to pull her closer, but Obi doesn't put any pressure to it. He refuses to pull her closer or make this feel more like crossing the boundary into something new that it already feels like or resembles.
Yet, she snuggles closer regardless, and now, he knows she's asleep. Shirayuki isn't the type to snuggle up to him like this or at least he's never known her to bridge this much distance to be this close to him.
Obi takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heartbeat, make it race way less, and relax. Obviously, this position won't change any time soon, and he isn't about to wake her up and make her uncomfortable, even if he's a little uncomfortable at the affection, the warmth of the touch, and just her proximity.
His feelings feel like they are racing out of his skin and becoming visible, and he doesn't want to admit to them at all. Doesn't want to face the fact that he is attracted to her, that he feels something more than what he imagines friendship is supposed to feel like.