"I don't know," Isamu murmured, resting his head against Wufei's, lips gently pressing against his hair, not willing to break the contact, even as Wufei was pushing them back towards the logical, away from this fantastical thing that sprung up between them. "It goes against everything I know, but, I don't want to fight it. Even if it's madness and can only lead to heartache, I want to treasure whatever joy simply being with you can offer." He trailed his fingers down Wufei's body as he spoke, clasping the other man's fingers with his own when he found his hand again. "It may be crazy and wild and some may consider it wrong, but when something feels so natural, so right, how can it be wrong?"