Bodhi looks up at him with puppyish gratitude. He'd been wondering how to even ask without it sounding presumptuous. It doesn't have to mean anything, even if it should mean something. Jude's made it clear he won't hold Bodhi to normal expectations even when it'd be completely fair, and he already appreciated that when all he's been able to bring himself to do is sit close and slide his hand around Jude's.

"I--You know I pretty much don't sleep most nights. I don't even need the cushions. Thank you." That came out a little garbled, but Jude's had more practice than most figuring out what the hell he's saying.

Looking sheepish, he takes the moment of distance to actually put on the borrowed sweater, first unwrapping his scarf. The outer layers are wet but the snow hadn't melted through. He even unties the ponytail so the damp hair will dry more readily.