[ Akira rolls over. It's not enough to dislodge Akechi's hand, but it's enough that Akira can look up at him through his lashes. His eyes are still a little red and a little wet, but he's as annoyingly attractive a crier as he is anything else, apparently. He reaches up to touch the tips of his fingers to Akechi's jawline, a faint smile on his face. It's genuine, at least. Fond; a little exasperated. ]

You haven't let me lie to myself, so I'm not going to let you lie to yourself, either. [ Because Akira knows a lie from Akechi when he sees one. He drops his hand to Akechi's shoulder, turning his face back into Akechi's shirt. ]

But it can't wait until we've fixed reality. [ They should maybe not add even more breakdowns onto their list. ]