Icarus and the Bird with Clipped Wings
51.

Kouji knocked his chair over, he stood up so fast. But Takuya ignored him. Kouichi's shoulders were shaking. His hands were shaking under the blanket, too. He still hid them there. Every time.

That was an improvement though, from the blank way they'd stared at the blanket when they'd first met.

'I wanted to be a lot of things,' Takuya continued. 'I wanted to be a businessman like my father, but then that seemed too boring. I wanted to be a professional baseball player, but then I broke my leg. I wanted to be a teacher and make school fun, but then I realised I couldn't even handle my little brother. So right now I'm thinking of being a psychiatrist because I'm apparently great at talking people's ears off.'

Kouji, who'd been about to interrupt, closed his mouth again.

'And I'll probably find a reason why I can't do that and change my mind a million more times before I actually have to choose my career, but that's okay. We've got plenty of chances and nothing's set in stone and that can be a good thing, too.'

The blanket had a wet spot, now. A tiny wet spot, but it was there.

Kouji crawled onto the bed and hugged him.