[He doesn't... entirely want to follow Akira's whims, but he feels a bit like he owes it to him to oblige him, at least a little? So he smooths himself absently, standing stiffly near the desk in the corner.]

...I don't know that it will change how much either of us sleep, I move too much to properly share sleeping space with another person. [Which. Isn't entirely true, he is actually more likely to give himself muscle cramps from trying too hard to stay still, but.]

[He's not completely denying him.] I still have some money from the train, I'm sure somewhere around here sells blankets... [He can't stop remembering how nice Akira's arms felt around him and it's bothering him.]