[Eichi is Eichi. No one is a substitute for Eichi, no one will ever be compared to Eichi in Wataru's mind, and besides that, the whole situation there is strangely complicated for Wataru in ways he doesn't feel he can discuss with anyone. But Natsume isn't in any way just a poor substitute.
He touches Natsume's cheek, fingers lingering in the tips of red hair.]
Someone else I would prefer? How shameful. Natsume-kun is Natsume-kun, and I'll accept no substitutions. I'm reluctant if only because I don't want to change the way you look at me for the worse. Is it awful, knowing I have urges and needs? That I, too, wish to be held close and adored?
[Wataru has made exceptions here, held hands with people he hardly knows, kissed people he didn't love... it's strange. But Natsume is warm and comfortable and familiar and lovely in his own ways, and if only the younger magician wouldn't judge him for this pathetic need, he'd fall right into his arms.]
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He touches Natsume's cheek, fingers lingering in the tips of red hair.]
Someone else I would prefer? How shameful. Natsume-kun is Natsume-kun, and I'll accept no substitutions. I'm reluctant if only because I don't want to change the way you look at me for the worse. Is it awful, knowing I have urges and needs? That I, too, wish to be held close and adored?
[Wataru has made exceptions here, held hands with people he hardly knows, kissed people he didn't love... it's strange. But Natsume is warm and comfortable and familiar and lovely in his own ways, and if only the younger magician wouldn't judge him for this pathetic need, he'd fall right into his arms.]