[He makes a disgruntled sound, but exhaustion is a hell of a thing and he feels like his head and each of his limbs weigh half a ton, and soon after he drops sideways into the bed and Akira adds his jacket to the weight over them he's struggling to grasp even the dregs of consciousness.]
[As a result, he's not entirely aware that he asks, plaintively and so, so quietly:] ...you'll still be here when I wake up, right?
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[As a result, he's not entirely aware that he asks, plaintively and so, so quietly:] ...you'll still be here when I wake up, right?