Anduin reaches for his own hot chocolate, cupping it between both his hands and settling more comfortably against Wrathion in return. Since they haven't moved to be underneath the blankets just yet, he'll just have to depend on Wrathion himself for warmth.

He raises his hot chocolate to blow across the top of it, allowing his head to tip sideways for the moment and rest on Wrathion's shoulder. For all that he understands that Wrathion is likely still in need of comforting, he's equally aware that his companion has a difficult time allowing himself to open up in such a way. That moment of vulnerability in the other room that Wrathion had shown demonstrated not necessarily how far Wrathion has come in trusting him, but how shaken he is. If Anduin needs to make himself vulnerable instead, for Wrathion's sake... Then so be it.

"It seems that we do," he says, before adding, "It is probably for the best, anyway." He tips his head back ever so slightly, so that he might flick a gentle smile up at Wrathion. "You are much less annoying to have to manage by far."