You help. [ It's still muffled, moreso because it's quiet -- but Akira is starting to topple off the edge of his panic attack, to come back down into some sense of quiet understanding that allows him to have something like normal human thought. His brain still feels foggy, and his stomach churns with the curry he forced himself to eat earlier. ]

Just being around you helps. When you're not angry with me. [ Which... hasn't been that often, lately -- Akechi has been pissed with Akira for one reason or another since Akira saved his life -- but there's been enough times for Akira to want to hold onto them. To hold onto Akechi. ]

Can it be enough that neither of us know what we're doing? [ Can't it be enough that they're both trying? Akira needs something to go right. God, he's going to sleep for a week after they beat up Maruki. ]