Isamu's hand spasmed as Wufei pulled his hand away, fingers grasping his tightly for a second, before letting them slip away. The absence of his hand's warmth, left his hold body feeling cold. But the peaceful smile remained on his face. Even if he did need to leave, and they must part. He could always return tomorrow. Isamu pushed himself to standing, gathering the bowls of food he'd brought with him, but leaving the other supplies for Wufei. He stared at the other man for a few moments, feeling like he should be doing something else but not sure what. "I will see you in the morning then. Rest well."