[He crumples inward at the contact, simple as it is, and lets the tremors that have been rattling his body since he woke up drop him forward against Akira's collar bone. He tries to excuse it as exhaustion that does it, that makes him fold and makes his voice thick, but at least he's hiding.]

It felt so real, Akira, why would I have done something like that? It's-- I was glad, when I woke up there was this rush, like I'd finally done something right, like I was heading in the right direction. What's wrong with me?