For all their fragility the touch of steel behind them, the sheer conviction and Yukimura's insistence on the fact that they were special, unadulterated words made him very happy indeed. He coveted them too. Yukimura was the first who had ever said such a thing to him, and in many ways Yukimura was his first. His only but for a few equally important but not as special and dear to him as Yukimura.

He made a small sound, almost a sigh, melting against Yukimura. Yukimura who was the only person who could ever give him this. Who he loved dearly.