[He looks to Akira, opens his mouth like he's considering protesting, but he's right, so he doesn't. He closes his mouth again, and then turns to Sojiro with a bit more fear in his eyes and his posture.]
I-- it's okay, she knows I'm here. I texted her before I left...
[He's confused by how suffocated he feels by their care. He's always been relatively independent, if a complete Mama's Boy, but something about this feels far worse than it should. He feels like he's pressed between two large inflatable objects that are still being filled with air, and they're compressing him between them steadily. He shakes his head with a startled intake of breath at the mention of Makoto.] It-- it's fine, I'm--
[The bell above the door chimes and Futaba bursts through the door, and Akechi blanches nearly white when her mother trails in after her.]
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I-- it's okay, she knows I'm here. I texted her before I left...
[He's confused by how suffocated he feels by their care. He's always been relatively independent, if a complete Mama's Boy, but something about this feels far worse than it should. He feels like he's pressed between two large inflatable objects that are still being filled with air, and they're compressing him between them steadily. He shakes his head with a startled intake of breath at the mention of Makoto.] It-- it's fine, I'm--
[The bell above the door chimes and Futaba bursts through the door, and Akechi blanches nearly white when her mother trails in after her.]