[As soon as they're lying down, Natsume's tense body relaxes into shivery, feverish bonelessness. He sighs, nuzzling his face against Choso's chest and nodding.]

I know. I just...I want you to do things you want to do too. I want us to be...equals? [He shrugs, head pounding too hard to articulate further.] But I always want you, too.