[ it happens almost too quickly for satoru to even be relieved -- there's just that awful feeling of distance, and then suddenly suguru is crowding into his space so fast that it nearly bowls satoru over. it's something of a scramble to wriggle back in time to make space for him, tugging the borrowed t-shirt over his head just in time for suguru to yank the blankets up over both of them.

and then --

that.

satoru's brow knits at the sound of the words, the idea that any sliver of suguru in his proximity could be anything but an immediate improvement. ] ... not gonna happen. Being around you is the only thing that makes stuff better, sometimes.

[ and he wriggles himself a little closer, letting their knees bump under the blankets, reaching out to twine the other boy's bangs around two of his fingers. ] Suguru. You sure you're okay?