Isamu stepped closer to Wufei, bringing his hand up to gently cup Wufei's hand against his cheek, "Like destiny and instinct and life are getting all tangled up around us, pushing me ever towards you?" he asked, words soft and that unnamed emotion filling him again pushing the words out, but almost choking him at the same time. His eyes were soft, almost watery, as he looked at Wufei, the emotions swirling stopping more words from coming as he just took in the man before him. What was it that made him want to push forward and do something crazy like kiss the other man and go against all tradition and decorum. He found words again and whispered them, a breath into the air, "I don't know what this is, but I'm helpless to deny it's pull."