[Were he any more aware of anything he might be proud of himself for not sobbing, but then again he didn't think he ever really sobbed when he cried, save for the times he cried as a small child, which he especially doesn't remember. He lets Akira's petting soothe him, lets it carefully put him back on somewhat solid ground, even if he's heaving with how hard it is to breathe.]
I don't-- [He keeps his arms around Akira's shoulders, squeezes him.] I don't remember telling you you could call me by my first name. [Ah, there he is.]
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I don't-- [He keeps his arms around Akira's shoulders, squeezes him.] I don't remember telling you you could call me by my first name. [Ah, there he is.]