Yamato chuckled at the denial and turned into the awkward embrace, nudging Kakashi to shift against the arm of the sofa instead and make the position a little less uncomfortable for them both. He ended up sandwiched between the jounin's side and the back of the couch and couldn't find a single complaint, even going so far as to share his blanket.

The affection was soothing; the fact that they were sober and still able to seek this kind of contact, something of a mile stone for them both and Yamato was keen to make the most of it just as much as Kakashi.

Head pillowed above the older mans heart and free hand splayed against the prominent bones of his collar, Yamato made a pleased noise and relaxed into the sofa and Kakashi's steady warmth.

"..You'll just have to help me make something later then."

It was said with a smirk, mumbled into the soft fabric of Kakashi's sweater.