"That's not why I'm apologizing." I shake my head, sniffling, even though I'm not really crying. Not really. "I'm apologizing just because I need to."

He kisses my hair, and speaks against me, warm and soft, but firm. And then he says he needs me and I very nearly break right there.

I still don't know how he needs me, how he could possibly need me now. But I'm not about to protest. I selfishly want to be near him. Always. Even I'm never actually needed, if I can never help him.

He's Eiji. My idiot. My heart and soul.