[He's not... crying, really, his eyes are dry, but between the way he's shaking and the way he can't breathe right he may as well be. He heaves an odd sort of sound and pushes at him, pushes until he rolls him off of him and follows, sitting beside him and over him, fingertips pressed into his shoulders like he wants to pin him down but can't quite bear more contact.]

Convince me of what? If you knew I wouldn't listen-- because I wouldn't, I still don't know how to listen. Don't-- if you were scared why didn't you get rid of me?? [He's not entirely understanding what Akira is saying.]