See, that wasn't -- wait. "... Ninety-nine?"

That was . . . high. He blinked. How could he be running that hot? Great. Just great. Hinamori was going to go into overdrive over this. Stupid body. What the hell was it thinking?

"I don't need blankets." Why would he need blankets when he found it hot down here? "And you don't need to fuss over me like this."

He hated being fussed over. Hated it almost as much as he did worrying her like this. This whole situation was crap.