Fai shook his head, silently reveling in the perfect way Yuui's hand curled around his, the natural sensation of his body's warmth, so close, so dear.

"I'm here," he repeated and reached with his other hand to touch Yuui's face, to slide gentle fingers into his hair, and feel his brother's breath warm on his wrist, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone."

A crack in the moment, a shard of ice through the drowsy-warm day; Fai faltered, wavering on the knife-edge of guilt, "I would have— I wish...I never wanted to leave you at all..."