And yet that was the thing. Perhaps his feelings for Kagome did expand beyond that of being a friend. That's why he was so conflicted with Kikyo and her, his emotions kept getting in the damn way. Kikyo, well that was self explanatory. But at this point, she was far from living. Still dead. He did love her, but in an entirely different way than he felt for Kagome. Kikyo wanted him to become a human, to change who he was on the inside and outside. Kagome...well, she liked him for who he was, a half breed and she didn't want him to change, that was made abundantly clear. Kikyo was at this point a memory, an echo of the time before that he couldn't allow himself to forget. But Kagome...Kagome was here, alive, a person who cared about him honestly and genuinely, a person he didn't know was possible since his own mother. Watching her lay atop him, kissing his knuckles softly without a care in the world made his heart leap a little bit. he squeezed her hand a little bit more, delicate fingers crossed with his more calloused hands, before he pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.
"I'm really glad I met you, Kagome." He mumbled to himself. He hated being cheesy and emotional, but with Kagome, he felt he could be. Besides, if she ever told Miroku and Sango he had a...whatever that thing was,a conscious, he thought it was? He'd make her pay.