Fortunately, Minoru was agile. He narrowly missed bumping into the Anthean. He could feel something intense, a flood of warmth in every corner of his body. And then it stopped.

"BESIDES that..." Minoru insisted as the door opened and Ziggy climbed in.

He followed, half-crawling along the floorboards that were more spacious than he remembered last time. (Granted, Ziggy had wedged himself down there once, but Ziggy was also extremely thin.)

"Let me know when you're comfortable." he encouraged softly, pulling down the jumpsuit a little bit more, getting some of the excess fabric out of the way. "I don't have any oil or anything, but I hope it still feels good..."

Gently, he ran his hands lightly over Ziggy's exposed back. No tickling this time, just soft, exploratory touch of that colder Anthean skin. He'd start with the upper back and shoulders, before moving to the arms - something relaxing after all that guitar playing. That made sense.

There was a warmth in Minoru's touch - feelings of affection that started in his core and moved all the way out his fingers. He closed his eyes, sinking into the long strokes without putting excess pressure.

"You know... if there's any of my friends I'd want to make feel good... it's you."