[ Aoba had intended on holding his hands as he recovered, so when they immediately slip out of their gentle grip, he's left blinking with his empty hands hovering above his roommate. ]

Smooth?

[ He says it slowly, working the unfamiliar sound over his tongue. Aoba's pronunciation needs work, it comes out sounding more like 'Sumoozu'. ]

...Oh, hang on. Let me get you a towel.

[ Slipping off the edge of the bed, he peels off the top half of his negligee, tossing it aside as he disappears into the bathroom. There is briefly a sound of water running and the squeak of a faucet being turned off before he reappears, this time in a light blue robe. If he still finds his roommate where he left him - with hands covering his face, Aoba slides back onto the bed and scoots up next to him. ]

Come on, don't hide your face. Let me wash you off while this towel is still warm.

[ Sliding his arm under his neck, Aoba touches the damp washcloth he wrung out under hot water to the back of his hand. ]

What does it mean? 'Smooth'?