[ Akira looks at his hand for a moment and then offers Akechi a smile. It's -- calculated. It isn't exactly fake, but it isn't exactly a happy smile, either. It doesn't quite reach his eyes, because his eyes betray the fact that he's just exhausted. ]
No, you're right. It's not fair of me to keep trying to make you fit into roles you don't want. [ He'd wanted Akechi to want it, was the thing. He'd wanted Akechi to want him enough that they could at least be --
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No, you're right. It's not fair of me to keep trying to make you fit into roles you don't want. [ He'd wanted Akechi to want it, was the thing. He'd wanted Akechi to want him enough that they could at least be --
He doesn't let himself think about it. ]