"Come over here." Madara said coaxingly, voice soft, crooking his fingers. "Properly," he added when Tobirama just gave him a dubious look, "it's cold, love, come closer."

Tobirama cocked his head, but obligingly rose and shifted nearer, allowing Madara to loop an arm around his waist and draw him down and in, meeting him with a soft nuzzle to the cheek. "Are you cold, or are you worried about me?" he teased lightly as he settled close.