[God, he hates this. He hates this so much. So he just sighs, and closes his eyes, because maybe he'll nap, too, so he doesn't have to consciously think about how warm and gentle Akira is and how much he'd like to curl into him and disappear into that warmth. He twists his fingers together and holds them near his face, trying to figure out how, exactly, one naps alongside another human being without it being strange.]
[It's only strange because he can't think of it as nice, honestly.]
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[It's only strange because he can't think of it as nice, honestly.]