[ It's "we", not "you", so Akira relents a little, slowly sitting up so his blood pressure doesn't bottom out. He hasn't exactly been taking care of himself quite as much as he normally should; eating has been a little mechanical. Maybe he'll make parfaits later. ]
Okay. [ Akira waits, when he stands, for Akechi -- he isn't holding onto him, but he's not confident enough to move and trust that Akechi will follow. It isn't that he doesn't trust Akechi, he's just pretty sure Akechi doesn't trust Akechi not to bolt at the signs of affection.
He does stretch a little. Awkward crying positions hurt even lithe 17 year old bodies. ]
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Okay. [ Akira waits, when he stands, for Akechi -- he isn't holding onto him, but he's not confident enough to move and trust that Akechi will follow. It isn't that he doesn't trust Akechi, he's just pretty sure Akechi doesn't trust Akechi not to bolt at the signs of affection.
He does stretch a little. Awkward crying positions hurt even lithe 17 year old bodies. ]