[ Akira reaches up, hesitating only briefly before he lets his hand drift comfortingly down the back of Akechi's head, combing through his hair. Akira's parents never did this kind of thing for him, but he's always imagined it anyway; he knows enough to know that it's the kind of comforting thing that most people are used to.
That this Akechi is probably used to, which is a thought he doesn't want to roll over for very long. ]
You can stay here. There's enough room. [ Akira will always make room for Akechi, he thinks. He wonders if Akechi is going to dream of killing him before this is over. ]
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That this Akechi is probably used to, which is a thought he doesn't want to roll over for very long. ]
You can stay here. There's enough room. [ Akira will always make room for Akechi, he thinks. He wonders if Akechi is going to dream of killing him before this is over. ]