[Akechi never really had friends. Maybe a few, when he was young, but even then he was always Too Smart, and many of his peers picked on him when he chose to read instead of run around and play on the playground. That was evidenced, in some respects, in his shrieking meltdown in the engine room, in the way he howled about keeping their friendships to themselves. So he didn't quite know where Akira was, mentally, having lost the first taste of good friendships he'd ever had, but it was a similar concept of desperately wanting what he'd once had that had driven him forward for so long.]
[He's immediately subdued when Akira takes over pulling them to his condo, taking slow, measured breaths and swallowing down the violent overflow of emotion he nearly displayed in the cafe. As they climb the stairs he digs into his pocket for his key, unconsciously shifting his hand into Akira's as he pulls on his arm to stop his advance.]
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[He's immediately subdued when Akira takes over pulling them to his condo, taking slow, measured breaths and swallowing down the violent overflow of emotion he nearly displayed in the cafe. As they climb the stairs he digs into his pocket for his key, unconsciously shifting his hand into Akira's as he pulls on his arm to stop his advance.]