(He would be the happiest cursed spirit if all he did for the rest of his life was to pick his boyfriends up. He loved the feeling of them in his arms, the faces they made. The noises they made. That sweet little sound was going to have Choso floating for weeks alone.

When he sees Natsume's tears, he has to force himself not to panic. He knew sick humans could get emotional and he instead decides to let himself feel enamored by the sight. He stares at Natsume as though he has lit the sky up after he touches his face.)

I can do that. (He carries his boyfriend promptly back to bed and lowers him in, crawling in after him. He's graceful enough that he doesn't need to let go of Natsume the entire time. He tucks down against the mattress and wraps his arms fully around Natsume, now as more of a hug than a hold.)

You're a silly thing sometimes. You know you can always ask for me when you need or want me, don't you? I'll always come.