He had, indeed, had his arms around his sleeping friend. Had snuggled up to him like he was the perfect source of heat and slept ever so peacefully. Or, at least, more peacefully then Shinichi had. The currently not-bespectacled detective looked like he was torn between being comfortable and not despite how heavily he seemed to sleep.
And Shinichi was usually a very deep sleeper, his own parents could attest to this with how often they’d pulled him from his bed and whisked him away on some family thing with out so much as a twitch from the boy. The key would, of course, being usually. There were times in which Shinichi was the lightest of sleepers and that had only really been a more recent thing to crop up.
Life as Conan had made it a little more difficult to sleep as of late and he usually got around this by staying up until he crashed. If he didn’t he was always up and down and couldn’t get the rest his body required. And considering the plight of anxiety (and wanting to take care of his friend) last night’s sleep hadn’t been kind to him at all.
As such, when Hakuba slipped from the bed he stirred but said nothing, figuring the other was probably off to the bathroom or some such. He wasn’t putting much thought or care into what his friend was doing at the moment until he heard the cough. There was a shifting under the pile of blankets where Shinichi was though he didn’t sit up or even make it known if he was looking at the blonde.
“Oi, if you’re going to the bathroom you better go and hurry back. You’re sick and need to rest.” His voice was hazy with sleep, almost husky, and a little on the grumpy side. “If you’re not going to the bathroom get back into bed. It’s cold.”
For a moment, the other detective believed that he’d actually gotten away with the sound, but then the voice sent a chill up Hakuba’s spine and he froze in place. A heated blush spread over his cheeks quickly – perhaps a little too quickly – and he glanced back over his shoulder again at his unhappy counterpart. There were several things amiss with the situation; namely, he was naked, his scars were exposed, his clothes were not within reach, and Kudou knew this and had asked him to come back to bed.
What did that even mean? Confused and just a little more groggy than he’d like to admit, Hakuba cleared his throat with another, tiny cough, then shivered again. Right; the air was cold, especially over his feverish skin. What was he to do? Dare he crawl back under the covers, fully aware of the predicament and potential implications? Or should he make some excuse and attempt to flee?
“I’ll be all right,” he tried to reason, though even he had to admit that he sounded exhausted still. “I shouldn’t have taken over your bed… just let me get to my clothes and I’ll call a cab…"
The warmth of the bed called to him even as he spoke, eyelids drooping as he looked back at it, shivering once more. Perhaps a few more minutes would be fine; just long enough to warm up again. Hakuba turned back, pulling the covers to preserve his modesty as he crept back into the safety of the blanket huddle, burrowing under to hide himself. If he kept his back to Shinichi, it would be fine, right? He had nothing to be ashamed of… not really… just…
… .. … sl e e p