I didn't ask you to save me, from myself or otherwise, you know.
[Which-- is another lie, really. He did, he thinks, just not verbally. His hand threads back into Akira's hair and he combs it with his fingers, trying to not be extremely annoyed by how pretty he is even crying. Trying, especially, to ignore how soft his fucking lips look.]
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[Which-- is another lie, really. He did, he thinks, just not verbally. His hand threads back into Akira's hair and he combs it with his fingers, trying to not be extremely annoyed by how pretty he is even crying. Trying, especially, to ignore how soft his fucking lips look.]