[ Akira is moving the second Akechi crumples. He moves forward automatically, with a dim portion of his brain registering how glad he is that he timed this right, since the only other people at the bath house is just a singular elderly man already in the water and nowhere near their line of sight. Akira drops down, one hand on either side of Akechi's face, drifting to hold him steady, to feel the heat of his skin, to transfer some of Akira's own heat to him. ]
Akechi -- Goro. Goro, stay with me. [ He can hear each ragged breath that Akechi is dragging in, hear the way the breaths are a staccato rhythm that's too fast, too shallow. It's not nearly enough when Akechi is curling in on himself, gripping himself like he's already back there.
Akira calculates his odds, rapidly, and then reaches forward, pressing two fingers just above the scar, where the skin is only pink instead of a swollen red, where he can still feel the pounding of Akechi's heart. His palm closes over Akechi's hand, the two of them pressing over a wound that isn't going to bleed again. ]
I've got you. [ Akira is comforting both of them, he thinks: it's a reminder that the last time he didn't save Akechi, but he did, he brought him back. It wasn't fast enough. It wasn't soon enough, but he's managed it in the end, which has to count for something.
Akira doesn't know what guilt he's trying to assuage.
Akira's hand leaves Akechi's cheek, goes up to press against that hand, too, lacing their fingers together as he holds onto Akechi. ]
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Akechi -- Goro. Goro, stay with me. [ He can hear each ragged breath that Akechi is dragging in, hear the way the breaths are a staccato rhythm that's too fast, too shallow. It's not nearly enough when Akechi is curling in on himself, gripping himself like he's already back there.
Akira calculates his odds, rapidly, and then reaches forward, pressing two fingers just above the scar, where the skin is only pink instead of a swollen red, where he can still feel the pounding of Akechi's heart. His palm closes over Akechi's hand, the two of them pressing over a wound that isn't going to bleed again. ]
I've got you. [ Akira is comforting both of them, he thinks: it's a reminder that the last time he didn't save Akechi, but he did, he brought him back. It wasn't fast enough. It wasn't soon enough, but he's managed it in the end, which has to count for something.
Akira doesn't know what guilt he's trying to assuage.
Akira's hand leaves Akechi's cheek, goes up to press against that hand, too, lacing their fingers together as he holds onto Akechi. ]
I've got you.