[ What are hints? If he saw them, he certainly wasn't respecting any of those hints. Well, Ichiru might as well be a stray cat, because he certainly acts like one-- trying to get attention when he wants it and then scratching back when he doesn't feel like he wants the attention anymore.

Though, with Zero, he's certainly a lot different, to say the least. No matter what Zero is doing, Ichiru's grip doesn't waver. He seems to have tightened it enough. Truth be told, he's quite comfortable here, and maybe because of all the thoughts he has lately, this is a sort of haven for his spiraling thoughts. ]

It's comfortable here.

[ He's not looking at Zero, but his gaze shifts to the crystal clear waters of the ocean, while comfortably resting his head on Zero's shoulder (despite the flailing). ]

I've never seen the ocean this closely before.

[ After all, what time did he have to see it back then when he was always fighting illness? Even when he had gotten better, there was no time or place to see things like this. And true to his words, he closes his eyes. No matter how much he hated to admit it, it's always been this way. He always somehow found comfort in just being next to his other half. Whether he will admit to Zero or not, that's a whole different conversation. ]

Why do you always think I want something from you, Zero?