[Wataru holds Eichi close, a hand soothing up and down his back while he waits for his friend to get everything out. He adores him, on so very many levels. He knows he can't possibly be everything Eichi needs, especially when things are like this, but he hopes he can contribute something. Even if it's just for now.
He waits until Eichi's shoulders are still save for regular breathing, then runs the hand from his back up into his hair.]
My dearest Eichi. My friend. My emperor, even if you hate hearing that. I'll do my best for you. Please keep going forward.
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He waits until Eichi's shoulders are still save for regular breathing, then runs the hand from his back up into his hair.]
My dearest Eichi. My friend. My emperor, even if you hate hearing that. I'll do my best for you. Please keep going forward.