You ... could only fix it if you could time travel.

[ The closeness, the warmth, the touch meant to comfort and not to titillate. The touch meant for his benefit, not for Natsume's. Beneath the other's body he trembles as the tears slide down his cheeks and fall to the gaudy carpet below.

To ask him to imagine a life where someone loved him for himself. Why? ]

I can't just walk out of my reality. This is how I earn my living. It's all I'm good for.