"Heh, I bet you can. Nibelheim was freezing!" Zack chirps, but makes no move to pull away despite this. He seems content to simply hold Cloud close, letting some of his warmth dissipate. When he feels Cloud stir again, his hold tightens a fraction, like he worries Cloud might try to pull away.

"Oh- uh, yeah, totally," he agrees after the sudden thought passes. Weird, he really shouldn't be so worked up about that enough to let it show. "I don't know how long they'll stay good though. Don't exactly have a fridge, or my ice materia. We gotta find someplace better than this," Zack laments. While he does, he subconsciously rubs a hand up and down Cloud's back in soothing strokes. If he ends up rucking up the other's shirt by the idle motion, and getting warm hands on Cloud's skin, he doesn't comment on it.