"I don't want anything." He presses his face into Rondo instinctively but it really brings home the idea that Ziggy is refusing. Part of it is the nausea he's feeling from the strain and emotional exhaustion. There's also a lingering feeling that the pain is all he has left and, right now anyway, he's clinging to that pain.

The fetal ball he's in is starting to hurt too. He relaxes more out of necessity than desire. Then he's shifting to sit up and woozy. His hand coming to his head because he feel dizzy and a heavy throbbing in his temple. "I need to lay down"

There's intention with those words coming in; both a sense that Ziggy needs to stretch out and that he wants Rondo to stay. When his eyes open they're glowing slightly now too, like his forehead. It's not something Ziggy can control but comes and goes as it pleases with his emotions. Hiroki, being a spirit, had pulled that part of him wide open and now it was floundering without direction. The slightest brush of magic waking it up. Normally he would reach out when it happened but right now he's so closed down spiritually that it is there without anything more.