[He tries to tear away a few more times, but Kamui's grip is too tight and he eventually gives in, slumping, expression crumbling into one of just pure misery, of deep alarm and upset. He grips tightly to Kamui's arms, torn between shoving him away or drawing him closer and he bites at his lip.]
I don't...
[He mumbles a few words, haphazard, simply nonsense, ducking his head and pressing his forehead into Kamui's shoulder, feeling unsteady on his feet]
It isn't supposed to be this way, is it? I don't... I don't know. [why this is happening. why he can't control himself. why he isn't adjusting.]