[Keeps his forehead pressed to Fuuma's all the same, thinking on all the different things Fuuma didn't "want" and knowing this closeness was among them in a way but. Well.]
I know. [He murmurs softer this time, still an attempt at comfort, though more apologetic. Shh.] I know you don't.
[I'm sorry. Still his goal right now is to keep him focused, as much as possible. He can't let himself stray from that.]