Host was cold. He was always cold. He was underweight and had anemia, of course he was cold. So it was no wonder he always wore his coat, huddled in it as if he was freezing. Now that it was approaching winter, he was freezing. He knew everyone would look weird at him if he wore hats or something alike inside the house. So he didn’t, and continued to be cold.

But besides Host, there was someone else who was cold. Dark. Not having a heartbeat, nor any other working organs, his body temperature was much colder. It was why he was never hot in his suits, even in hot weather. He wasn’t as affected by the cold weather, but it was getting pretty cold even for him.

It was late in the evening, as everyone was already getting to bed. Dark strolled to Host’s broadcasting room, wearing a thick fluffy sweater, and carrying another. He smiled lightly at Host when he entered, being silent as he listened to the end of the other man’s show. Once he was done, Dark spoke up before Host could.

“I got a warm sweater for you. Come on.”, he said, giving the sweater to Host. He helped him out of his coat, and then into the sweater. He gently took Host’s hand, knowing the other was touch-starved anyways. He always was, so he tried to provide comfort.

He brought Host to his office, having a cuddly place by a large window. He had prepared lots of blankets and pillows, and hot chocolate.
Host smiled softly as he murmured his narrations, letting Dark pull him into the little nest he had built. Dark let Host cuddle into his chest, wrapping a blanket around the two of them. He gave the Host a mug of hot chocolate, and grabbed his own, drinking in silence. It was comfortable like this, though.

Host was always cooped up in his room. He sometimes left for food, of course, but otherwise he didn’t interact with the other egos. The only one he talked to a lot was Google, since he helped him with his broadcasting equipment and such, but it was just work.

He could feel the loneliness heavy on his shoulders. Craving another person’s touch. Whenever somehow someone managed to brush their hands against his, shivers rolled down his spine. He craved touches, any human contact. But he wasn’t exactly friends with anyone, and he didn’t like to go to anyone either. He didn’t even let Edward help him out with his bandages, other than getting fresh ones.

It got too much for him, sometime. Sometime meaning in the middle of the night, after his broadcast was over, and he was drowning in the loneliness of not having anyone. So he got up and left, to wander through the halls. There was no one he could go to at this time of night, there was no one he could go to any time of the day.

It was Dark who was in the kitchen, making coffee. Unable to sleep, like many nights. He looked somewhat surprised seeing Host, though not really.
“Darkiplier watched the Host shuffle into the kitchen, not knowing what to expect. The Host rarely slept well, Darkiplier was aware, though he hadn’t expected to see him here.”, Host was mumbling his narrations as always.
“The Host is incredibly touch-starved, and is in search of someone… anyone to help him out. He is aware he has no friends to speak of, and he has no idea what he had hoped to find wandering the halls either. As Host talks, he doesn’t notice Darkiplier approaching him, only when his arms wrap around him does he-”, Host stopped talking as he felt Dark hug him.

Host was smaller than Dark, noticeably so. Slowly, he leaned against the cold man, starting to tremble. He hadn’t been touched since he became the Host, he was pretty sure. Being hugged felt incredible, and he clung to Dark like a helpless child, taking shaking breaths.
Dark gently rubbed Host’s back, leaning his cheek against Host’s hair. Silently holding him, comforting him and giving him what he so desperately craved.