Touching other people was never something that came easily to Watanuki. Even if he'd known a person for a very long time, a brief contact could freeze him in his spot, make his muscles clench with fear, even if he didn't show it. But somehow when its Doumeki it doesn't happen. Sure, he knows that the archer is safe to touch, being all pure and whatever, but its more than that. Even if he didn't see anything on the people at school, a little rush of fear would slide down his spine when he brushed past them. Its what he thinks when he punches Doumeki, takes things from the archer's hands, is carried when he passes out.
Touching other people was never something that came easily to Doumeki. He was taught the importance of purity at a very young age, taught that not all people are made equal and not all people are as pure as they should be. He was never afraid of it, but it became a habit. But when he touches Watanuki, even a small contact, he feels himself relax. Its like Watanuki brought light and color into his life and as though at any moment the slim boy could disappear. Watanuki is frustrating and obstinate, pigheaded and stubborn, but Doumeki would never trade what they had for anything. He makes sure that he's always there.
