He couldn't be more obvious about it. He always protected you, always held you and generally, tried to be as close to you as he could.

He had something for you, even if he didn't admitted it out loud... or well, if he didn't quite understood why he had such an attachment and protectiveness for someone like you.

"Don't get cold." Choso muttered, acting uninterested as he wrapped his arms around you, his body acting as a blanket for you as he held you closely to his chest.