Haruto snickers. "I'm sure you will," he says, ignoring the innuendo to save Nitoh's dignity. "You're a walking space heater." This is a trait he's fond of.

He watches Nitoh's face, intent, as he rips it open, and notes the box on the floor only distantly, hesitantly curved mouth widening into an honest smile of relief. As Nitoh fiddles with it, he reaches up halfway to stop him, but then Nitoh is spinning around and asking for help.

"Sure," he says, "give me one minute," and gets behind him to do the clasp in a familiar move. Once it's done, he lets go, only to rest his hands on Nitoh's hips and brush a kiss over the skin of his neck just above his collar.