[ Thomas leans into all of the touches, shifts against Chris with a little noise of contentment even as he shivers now and then with the way the air of the room is cold against his bare skin.

He opens his eyes when Chris picks up the tray though, staring down at it and reaching out to nudge the fruit and the cake further away on the tray. And then he's got both hands closer to Chris's chest again, basking in his warmth.

(he doesn't

understand, though)

(doesn't understand what Chris means)

(how much did he...?) ]

...ehh?