[He already knows that reality. He knew it in the very second those fangs which burned white hot buried into his throat.
Yet with the way Ichiru speaks them they seem to feel even more tangible.]
I never was from the start.
[The reply barely spoken. Before he knows it Ichiru has drawn in much closer. So close that it's almost too comfortable. . . and too painful.
The familiarity is both suffocating yet something he's been aching to feel again.
Zero is almost trembling when he reaches out. One hand clutches Ichiru's upper arm, fingers curling into his sleeve. The other moves around and as far across his twin's shoulders as he can reach. A somewhat awkwardly positioned embrace, practically clinging to him all the same.
Either way, this time he really can't help the tears from falling, spilling warm down his cheeks which don't seem to stop even when he squeezes his eyes shut.]