[Don't leave me, he wants to say. He tastes the words on his tongue like bile. He hates how badly he wants to follow, how badly he wants to allow himself this simple, stupid thing. Akira benefits from it just by receiving it, doesn't he? Can't that be enough? Just his attention, just his companionship. It's never that easy, he's never enough, never has been and never will be, and surely not as simply as just this. So he fights back, because he can't not fight back.]
When are you going to wake up, Kurusu?! For fuck's sake, this isn't-- [He just yells, wordlessly, keeping his voice as controlled as he can manage and folding forward just enough to grip at the sides of his head without having to raise his arms very far.]
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When are you going to wake up, Kurusu?! For fuck's sake, this isn't-- [He just yells, wordlessly, keeping his voice as controlled as he can manage and folding forward just enough to grip at the sides of his head without having to raise his arms very far.]