[Azuma's touch is still gentle and sure, always like a lover's no matter the partner. Ah, but he welcomes that warm touch, realizing belatedly that he is rather cold again. Maybe that's why he's curling even closer, a hand resting lightly on John's chest once he's done fixing things up.]

Ah... I think I just picked the first place that had a nice enough wind break. I'll gather up my blankets and find something better at some point, surely.

[A faint laugh.]

A nice apartment, and maybe a hair salon and a spa will follow.

[It does momentarily hit him that he's not home anymore, that he's... alone. Again. But he smiles it away and doesn't let the melancholy show. Closing his eyes, he savors the warmth where he's touched.]

You have strong hands, don't you.