[He makes a strangled little sound at Akira's hand on him, standing straighter and smearing his hands inward to cover his face, breathing into his palms for a moment. He exhales in a rush and smooths his hands back through his hair again, pushing his fringe off of his face and letting it fall back where it will in complete disarray. He reaches out blindly, holding his breath and hooking his arm through Akira's to drag them out of the cafe. It was a bad idea-- of course it was, he'd suggested it.]
[He forgets to stop walking once they're on the street, on autopilot until they get to the corner and the sharp sound of an adjacent crosswalk light turning green pops the mental bubble he'd fashioned around them to get out of the cafe. He twists, reaching back and taking a more secure hold of Akira's arm, finding his wrist, finding his hand. He doesn't quite grasp his hand so much as he takes hold of the fleshy part where his thumb connects to his palm, pulls it up near his throat.]
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[He forgets to stop walking once they're on the street, on autopilot until they get to the corner and the sharp sound of an adjacent crosswalk light turning green pops the mental bubble he'd fashioned around them to get out of the cafe. He twists, reaching back and taking a more secure hold of Akira's arm, finding his wrist, finding his hand. He doesn't quite grasp his hand so much as he takes hold of the fleshy part where his thumb connects to his palm, pulls it up near his throat.]
[He doesn't find anything worth saying.]