Yamato flushes bright red at that, rubbing the back of his neck in a rapid, awkward movement.

"I'm not snuggly! Y-you're snuggly," he mutters, embarrassed (if, also, maybe, a little bit pleased -- 'snuggly' is not necessarily something people usually ascribe to him! But it feels nice!).

He shuffles over to stand behind Cisco as well, leaning down. He's still not looking at the camera, and he's still bright red, but he's in frame, at least.