Lloyd's hand felt so warm against Ruca's forehead, that the boy didn't mind how long the other was keeping it there. Ruca was so cold, so incredibly cold and no matter what he would do and with how many blankets he would wrap himself he didn't feel warmer at all. The warm of Lloyd's hand was something he just didn't want to let go after a while, so when the other pulled his hand back, Ruca without a second though grabbed his hand.

Upon realizing what he'd just done he let go quickly, albeit reluctantly and looked away.

"I-I... sorry..." he said and then hurriedly answered Lloyd's question:

"B-but, no. I didn't. I-I was heading back to the apartment building when I suddenly felt really cold."