[ Akira reaches out, gently, takes Akechi's hand in his in an easy gesture. It's like it costs Akira nothing, to be so easily tactile -- if anything, he's the opposite of Akechi; Akira thrives on the contact, wants it more than anything else, whereas Akechi wants to avoid it. He rubs his thumb across Akechi's palm, gently, then slowly settles backwards, partially curled to watch the laptop screen while being comfortably propped up on the wall. ]

How about this. If it's too much, then you can tell me to go study and I'll go downstairs for awhile. I know you don't want me to change my habits, but I think it'll help if you know you can have space when you need it.

[ And it'll also help Akira ignore the protests that Akechi doesn't actually mean, if there's a way for Akechi to communicate when he does mean it. ]

Which can go for touching as well as talking. [ Since the emotional heart to hearts are at least as invasive as the touching. ]