It was very clear to him with how wobbly Sephiroth was but how stubborn the man was being that there were issues underlying what was happening. He sighed heavily and walked away from the ex-General to pour two glasses of juice, since he suspected that the silver-haired man would still be wobbling on his feet when he returned. He'd worry about soup later then.

Returning as quickly as he was able, he set the two glasses on the coffee table before slipping out of his shoes and his shirt as well. He peered up at his Weapon and then stepped up to slip his arms inside the blanket to curl around cold skin before forcing Sephiroth to come and follow him down to the couch.

He eased the silver-haired man down between his legs as he propped himself up against the arm and settled his Weapon against him. His hands moved to rub on the cold skin in hopes of warming it. "You need me," he said in reply. "And some juice will make you feel better."