[ It's because he hates it so much that Ichiru can't help but mess with him. At least, he's not cutting any circulation. (Not that it matters, to be honest.) Ichiru doesn't say anything as he watches the ocean, eyes fixed seriously on the scenery in front of him. How much had he missed? Even when he could move freely, there didn't seem to be much of a change.

There's almost a dry laugh in his mouth as he hears the response. It's not surprising. It's to be expected. He had stopped telling Zero how he felt a long time ago. The reasons-- well both for himself and for not burdening his brother who worked hard to make up for the both of them. ]

I suppose it makes sense that you think that way.

[ It's hot, but he's fine wit the heat. Perhaps, he's feeling quite childish right now as he's frolicking around, pushing Zero's button. ]

You wouldn't believe me if I said there isn't anything I want right now.

[ It's a dream world. What could he want from it? It's not real anyway. Once they wake up, the wheels will be set back in motion. What little of his life he had left to live, will cease to exist. There's nothing he can do about it. So, why think about it when he can simply just do the things he probably would never do here? He wasn't lying when he said it was comfortable. There's always a strange sense of comfort in being next to his twin. It was probably because they were born from the same egg. ]