[He reaches up and lays his fingers over Akira's, but doesn't quite take the glasses. His breathing shallows out but the person walks right past them without even really looking at them, and he slowly releases his grip. His mouth tastes sour, but he sags where he stands a little, grumbling softly.]
So long as it's kept at a distance, I can't tell you how to feel.
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So long as it's kept at a distance, I can't tell you how to feel.