Zack doesn't hesitate to pull Cloud close. He wraps his arms around him, setting his chin atop the mess of blond spikes with a pleased hum. The pervasive heat on his skin immediately feels more comfortable to share with someone, like that's what the impatient warmth had been waiting for somehow. Zack doesn't question it. It's no more weird of a thought than wriggling, live fish turning into candy.

"You really were cold, huh?" Zack comments, feeling the stark difference. His embrace tightens fractionally, almost snuggling down to Cloud. It makes sense, he guesses. Cloud's thinner and smaller than him, while stuck in the same inclement weather. There's just less on him to provide insulation. "Shoulda said so sooner. Y'know I'd help."