The flip answer, the easy answer, the answer that sprang first to Ginta's mind was, Duh, of course. But it would have been the wrong answer. Wrong when Kakashi was trembling there, holding on, naked in Ginta's gaze. Wrong when Ginta was just as stripped before Kakashi. Instead he lay carefully down, tugging at Kakashi's arm, easing the heavy cast on his leg deeper under the sheets. Making sure there was room on the pillow for two heads.

"Yeah. That's okay. I'd prefer it," Ginta breathed.

Kakashi only hesitated a moment before fitting himself into the empty space. Ginta could feel Kakashi's ribs expanding with every breath, feel the heat from his skin radiating through uniform blacks and the thin grey-blue hospital pajamas Ginta still wore. Ginta's arm snaked around broad, too-thin shoulders in an open embrace, and he waited for Kakashi to turn, to get comfortable.

"You can stay here, Genius."

Ginta turned his head, felt his hair brush Kakashi's face, earning an exhausted snort.

"Yeah, I know. I have the world's most annoying hair," he murmured, and shut his eyes.