( he keeps his sights set on an opportunity for an opening, using it to justify the fact that he's pretty sure Eichi has been crying. it's an unsettling thought, one he feels immense guilt at ignoring the possibility of, but he's simply going off Eichi's orders and trying to get them to water for whatever reason. no, he doesn't even need a reason or an explanation. Eichi's desperation for it was enough.

in spite of the jovial atmosphere he's attempted to cultivate, it seems he isn't helping Eichi forget all of his problems just yet. the laugh is encouraging, but it sounds tired and nearly contrived in resignation. he can feel every breath against his curtain of hair, its warmth barely hitting the nape of his neck, the dampness of some spots on his hair more evident and visceral with the subtle movements. )

I haven't? ( he isn't quite sure what Eichi means by that. does he mean his heart? that he hasn't cheered him up quite yet? with a clueless cant of his head, Wataru keeps a hand on the worn wood of the door, waiting. )

Ah, do you want me to try harder then? If that's the case, I will go through all heroic trials necessary to reach you. Jump through fire, battle titans, tame Cerberus...! But is this the part where I'm not allowed to look back at you, or you'll disappear?