It's always been too late for me, Akira. [He repeats it, uses his name like he thinks he asked, moves his thumbs on his forehead and closes his eyes, trying to curl back in on himself again. He doesn't break out of Akira's contact, and after a while he shifts his hands to rest behind his jaw, but he still won't look at him.] Always.
[But he's not trying to get up. He's staying. Even if he really can't leave, anyway.]
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[But he's not trying to get up. He's staying. Even if he really can't leave, anyway.]