"...I like you, too." A soft, blushing whisper, made with his forehead almost resting against the back of Seimei's head, hands stilling at the ends of his hair for a moment, before leaning back so he could continue to work, gently massaging up from the nape of Seimei's neck, now that it was available to him.

He wouldn't be able to say it properly for a good while yet - not just because of his own tendency to be caution, but because part of him worried that if he did say it, it would mean giving up on home, on Hikaru, for good.

But he enjoyed this. He enjoyed Seimei's company, he enjoyed making Seimei feel good, he enjoyed the little blushes and shivers, and knowing that Seimei enjoyed it, too.

He would need to work on his shoulders next.