[He sags where he sits, relieved even if he knew Akira wouldn't deny him. He follows him when he shuffles against the wall, pillowing him along the front of Akira's body carefully, folding his legs to tuck under his. He relaxes, entirely, and it's obvious even while he's bunched up in a little pretzel shape because Akechi was never entirely relaxed.] ...thank you.
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