[He stays pressed to Akira and brings his hands to cover his ears when Wakaba says something, holds his breath until Akira apologizes and he exhales in a rush.] What are you sorry for, you're not responsible for any of this. [About that,]

[He takes his time, trying to slow his breathing and his heart rate both, eventually moving his hands to loop around Akira's waist and aim to shuffle them farther into the attic.] I know I'm tired, so I can't imagine you. Any sleep you got folded up in that booth can't have been restful. [He stays close, looking up at him and shifting his hands to his hair.] ...thank you, I. Needed... I don't know what, but you seem to be adept at translating me.