[The kiss soothes Wataru, the warmth seeping in again and making all the emptiness start to ebb away. But it's all too brief; he'd like to tangle up with Eichi, arm in arm, bodies pressed together, impossibly warm and close and safe.

He looks him in the eyes, violet orbs shining back with all the adoration and gratitude he can muster.]

Fufufu, that anxiety is the least of my worries. It's this sense of dread that if I'm not close enough to you, you'll drift away. And I'll see to it that that doesn't happen! I will openly and loudly curse these moons for the very thought, though!

[Oh but those low words make him shiver, even as he follows, taking Eichi's hand in his and moving in close by his side.]

A balloon at last! And with Eichi! Do you think if I make off with one anyone will notice?