Barnaby sucks in a sharp breath at the touch of warm fingers against his forehead. He shouldn't be surprised that Kotetsu would take the liberty, but he's never had anyone touch him quite like that, not since his mother passed away. Not in twenty years. It leaves an impression, though it's a strange one, which he has difficulty unraveling. It feels like Kotetsu's fingers are still there, the heat lingering, even after they're gone and they're both back to work.

Barnaby's hands stop working the colander in the sink, and he reaches to turn the water off, green eyes studying Kotetsu plainly.

"My apartment's fine My life is fine. If I'm worried about getting lost in my thoughts, that's why I have you around, isn't it? That's all I need. Have I ever given you an indication I'm not satisfied with that?"