Gokudera watches that hand clap over that laughing mouth and gives a small sigh of relief over it, but still... that hand looks like it could squash him, so he's looking out. Yamamoto may be oddly graceful or whatever, but Gokudera isn't interested in pushing his buttons and getting thrown like a baseball or something.

"Alright." He huffs and then grins at the way the other is clearly snickering against his hand.

"Okay, but if you run, I'm going to!" Gokudera threatens and tugs at the neck of the robe a little more so it can cover more of his body against the cold. His potion is working fine, but he's still feeling chilly. Yamamoto's shoulder is more comfortable a seat than he thought it would be.