Damn. Damn, he'd fucked up. He'd fucked up by kissing him the first time under that tree. Fucked up by kissing him again after that. Fucked up more by letting that happen. His hand instinctively clutched at his chest, as if the weight of that life was what made it heavy.

This realization had him slumped back against the pillows a moment. He was in too deep -- and the sad part was he liked it. His arm came over his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"S'not your fault." he called, letting out a breath and not quite caring if Watanuki could hear him. It needed to be said. Maybe he could lie here a moment more. Just a bit to think things over.