The foreignness of the palate with real blankets was one of the reasons that he had stayed away from it, but now that he was settled on it, he wondered why he had resisted at all. It wasn't soft or silky either, but it was more padding then he was used to, and it eased the ache of his wounds because he was putting less pressure on them. He was still tense as if the blankets might hold some sort of adverse effect to him, like this sort of comfort would be taken away because he had made use of it.

There was no pillow, but the blanket was enough as he shifted to the most comfortable position that he could find, keenly aware of how the other weapon settled in such a way to protect him most from the cameras view. It was no doubt done purposefully, and it gave him the sensation of rightness that this man would do such a thing for him. It allowed his abused healing flesh to soften as he stared at the other weapon with an avid interest that he showed nothing else.

The touch to his hair was not expected, and he stilled when it gave him the sensation of warmth rather than a precursor to pain. In response, he shifted closer, lining up their bodies so that the bed was not the only unique aspect of the current experience, his thighs pressing in and his metal arm finding its way subtly around the blond's waist.

"Yes, conserve your energy now for training when you are removed from here," he said softly, his blue eyes finding that of the other weapon. He had... never felt warm like his before, not that he remembered anyway. As close together as they were, it would have been easy to pull part of the blanket over them both, but he didn't take that step. It seemed too risky. "We are the same, you and I."