Indeed it was more of a want to be with Yukimura completely, to enjoy his smells, his warmth, to feel his love from the inside so easily, now that he could. They were connected, more as one than they had ever been. Dropping his head to Yukimura's shoulder and enjoying the light caress of the wind, the sound of the grass and trees swaying along with it.

It's how I feel, he said, not feeling like speaking aloud just then. I love you, will always love you.