"I see..." Aoba feels silly, now, for jumping to conclusions the way he had, albeit tentatively. Obscene, huh? "Touching hair is definitely kind of intimate." And let's ignore his weird little personal hair quirk, really. The less said about that, the better! Still, somehow he doesn't feel so bad about it, with this stranger, who is also decidedly different, in... well, different ways.

"I never thought I'd have something in common with a giant." He smiles, though, the designation lighthearted. But it's not wrong! And Aoba doesn't know what else to call his savior's kind, so he thinks this works.

"My name's Aoba. You really saved me..." Would he have survived falling on the ice? Yeah, sure. But he's still glad that it didn't come to that, even though he feels bad for falling on his giant hair twin. He wants to make some effort to repay the guy for his help, but he's not sure how he can - until he sees the hot chocolate stand. "Oh -let me buy you a hot chocolate!"