I struggle a little in his arms, not quite fighting against him, more weakly attempting to make him not want me. He shouldn't want me. I've hurt him, I could have hurt him so much more.

"I've felt this way before I got drunk." I stammer out, my throat wet and my lips dry. "It's just... just making it... h-harder."

He's so warm, warm and solid, and I selfishly lean against him, lean into him, lean on him and try to draw some of that magic warmth into my own shaking limbs.

"Eiji... I'm so sorry...."