Knowing Eiji was so close and yet so far out of his grasp was a special kind of excruciating for Emi. Once he'd finally had the ajin in his arms, he'd hadn't wanted to let him go. Yet there he was, arms filled only with the thrumming anxiety of being discontent. Not that he could begrudge the warm shower that Eiji definitely deserved.

He'd just been so consumed with worry for so long, absolutely terrified that he'd already been too late or he had been heading in the wrong direction the whole time. Who knew what else could have found Eiji. All he wanted to do now was bask in the rush of relief knowing that Eiji was alright, feel that very real weight against his chest as Eiji rested safe and warm in his arms. Everything was fine.

But while his arms were ajin-less, the least he could do was cozy up their part of the room. The nervous energy lent itself to prepping both their futons (that Truffles promptly claimed) and getting Eiji a change of comfortable clothes. Those rested on the the corner of the futon-- just a large t-shirt and some boxers. Emi couldn't imagine Eiji was going to be going anywhere.

All he could do after that was wait.

When the door opened, Emi locked his eyes on the other boy. Under better circumstances it would have been a treat to trail his eyes over rosy pale skin, but now it was simply to verify that he was fine. Of course he was fine.

"Feelin' more like you?"