[The fingers threaded in his hair curl, fingernails dragged against his scalp, and he pulls on his hair in a squeezing motion that he times with his own heartbeat at the sensation of Akira's hands on his face. He has been through so much, he can deal with this. Akira is right there, watching him have the fourth disastrous fit since he's been back in his life (which could be a perfectly acceptable number had he not only been back in his life for barely twnety-four hours), and all he was trying for was to keep him grounded. He hears him speak, but it sounds like he's underwater, the words garbled and far away, and he just shakes his head, because he can't process words right now, come back later, Akira.]
[His hand over his heart covered, he takes in the first full breath of air he's taken since he noticed the scar, which feels like hours and seconds all at once, and a moment later he picks his head up and once again regrets looking where he wants, because all he sees is the same scar on his chest between Akira's eyes again. His hand slips out from under Akira's, his other from his hair, and he crawls his way forward to set one hand on his shoulder and the other against his forehead, lost in two separate memories he never really wanted to live through the first time.]
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[His hand over his heart covered, he takes in the first full breath of air he's taken since he noticed the scar, which feels like hours and seconds all at once, and a moment later he picks his head up and once again regrets looking where he wants, because all he sees is the same scar on his chest between Akira's eyes again. His hand slips out from under Akira's, his other from his hair, and he crawls his way forward to set one hand on his shoulder and the other against his forehead, lost in two separate memories he never really wanted to live through the first time.]