[He had the chance to keep Akira in a more open state, to slowly coax him into treating himself like a human being, and he fucking blew it. He slides off the arm of the couch and pulls a roll of cling wrap out of a drawer in the kitchen, covering his plate of food and setting it in the fridge. He pours himself a glass of water, drinks it slowly, and sets it in the sink.] I'll be ready whenever you finish your food.
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