His head dips down and then presses up against Gokudera's hand, like an uncertain kitten warming up to the idea of being petted. Honestly, he probably feels a bit cool to a human, but he does indeed have a slight fever. It's just that as an indigo, his normal temperature is pretty chilly in comparison.

"Hard to get my remember on when no body is being up with all the salty reminders what for doing it." He's unaware of the little pause that turns nobody into no body, and there's a tinge of sadness slipping into his voice, but the smile stays, because the good feelings aren't getting no kind of leaving on, especially at that touch.

"Not messing with you up in any way, but the good feels you're all giving at me make the sick up and creep itself back a bit."

With that he definitely shuffles another inch closer, posture open and fighting between tension and relaxation. His hands uncurl, so that they're flat and palm up and he brings his legs in a bit as if to appear smaller. At the same time his chin tips up a bit, allowing his throat to show--an implicit act of trust in a boy who lived in a world where showing vulnerabilities was usually a death sentence.