[His thanks is spoken in a little puff of air, and he smiles as he accepts the water, his bangs falling sloppily across his face after how he'd run his fingers through them. Of course, he'd kept Wataru in his own space because he felt that was what was right. That he shouldn't act like just because he so boldly crawled into Wataru's hospital bed that he can always do that.
No, he has to work for it. That's what he believes. To make up for all that he's done, he has to work hard, right? He can't just be given things freely. He doesn't deserve it. And... he's not sure what Wataru's thought process may really be. He seems so difficult to read.
Eichi has been tempted to sneak down to his room at night, but he's resisted each time. Just as he's resisting the urge to step closer, now. The most he does is lift his free hand and touch Wataru's arm in his thanks, lingering too long before he pulls it back to open his water. He needs this drink.]
A whole run, then. [Spoken before a sip, that he takes nice and slow, eyes closing. Ah, he really needed this. He feels like he needs an entire cold shower to clear his thoughts from Wataru completely, though.
Put it into the performance, he keeps telling himself. Be as elusive as ever, make Wataru chase him, try to cover him, and then tease back with longing touches and gentle caresses. Yes... He'll show him that he can be an idol, and he'll release some of this pent up feeling, right?]
I'd hate for you to injure yourself, so this will be the last time for today, then. I'm ready.
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[His thanks is spoken in a little puff of air, and he smiles as he accepts the water, his bangs falling sloppily across his face after how he'd run his fingers through them. Of course, he'd kept Wataru in his own space because he felt that was what was right. That he shouldn't act like just because he so boldly crawled into Wataru's hospital bed that he can always do that.
No, he has to work for it. That's what he believes. To make up for all that he's done, he has to work hard, right? He can't just be given things freely. He doesn't deserve it. And... he's not sure what Wataru's thought process may really be. He seems so difficult to read.
Eichi has been tempted to sneak down to his room at night, but he's resisted each time. Just as he's resisting the urge to step closer, now. The most he does is lift his free hand and touch Wataru's arm in his thanks, lingering too long before he pulls it back to open his water. He needs this drink.]
A whole run, then. [Spoken before a sip, that he takes nice and slow, eyes closing. Ah, he really needed this. He feels like he needs an entire cold shower to clear his thoughts from Wataru completely, though.
Put it into the performance, he keeps telling himself. Be as elusive as ever, make Wataru chase him, try to cover him, and then tease back with longing touches and gentle caresses. Yes... He'll show him that he can be an idol, and he'll release some of this pent up feeling, right?]
I'd hate for you to injure yourself, so this will be the last time for today, then. I'm ready.