[ She tends to do that, he's noticed, returning back to a point where Ryoji had been content to let go and move on, because she finds importance in it. Even if it was something she was reluctant to talk about before, she would go back to it, and it could only be for his sake. That's something that warms him, so much more than the hand in his. ]

It's alright. You're a warm person, inside and out, and that's something wonderful you should never have to apologize for.

[ He could tell, from how she never pressed him for flying or disappearing or having cold hands, from how she promised to keep him safe and how she made to catch him when he'd fallen. Slowly, he lifts their held hands to hang in front of their faces, just for a moment, before letting them swing back down, back and forth with the momentum of the drop. ]

In contrast, I've always run a little cooler than usual. [ Colder. Stiller. If he weren't constantly chattering, one might notice his chest doesn't rise and fall with breath as often as it's supposed to either. Nobody pays that much attention to any of that but himself, though, and back when he didn't realize why he was that way, he'd turned his thoughts away and forced himself to stop worrying over it. ] But it's not something that bothers me anymore; I can feel the warmth that much more this way.