[He keeps his eyes closed and finds himself focused on listening to the way his breathing evens out, again letting the depth of the breaths he takes roll through him, hanging on just so he can hear it and feel it fully. He gives small, but encouraging presses from his fingertips where he touches Shiro even through all the fabric. It's comfortable, warmer just from staying tucked against him like this than anything else could be, and maybe he's just being stubborn in the end to let himself stay awake even a moment longer if it would make the feeling of this last.]