Why on Earth are you sorry, Akira? Good lord. [He moves them toward the bed, slowly, hands securely on Akira's shoulders. He shifts them to his ribs, then his waist and eventually his hips as he takes small steps, carefully pushing him down to sit when they're close enough. His arms fold back up and around him, and he threads one hand into his hair.]
Of course. [He doesn't understand the secondary meaning.]
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Of course. [He doesn't understand the secondary meaning.]