He moves me, or at least helps me move. And, shit, I find myself moving with him, though I know I don't deserve his care. I never have, and never will.

But I selfishly shift into him, once he curls up behind me. I clutch more tightly at the bear when he kisses me behind my ear. I feel so weak and small. Childlike.

Which is funny, since I have no idea what it feels like to be a child.

I don't know how to be human, it all comes back to that.

"Eiji..." I start, then stop, my throat too raw, my lips too dry. I may need water or something, but I'm not going to ask for it.

I shake my head, and settle in with him.

I thought love was bullshit before I met him. And then I realized I loved him, and then I hurt him...