[Akechi just closes his eyes, drawing in a breath slowly and exhaling just as slowly, possibly in an effort to make as little sound as possible. He flexes his fingers at his sides, all at once and then individually, in some sort of unconscious gesture of remaining calm. Akira asked for this, it's okay to go through with it. Even if his first instinct is the move as far from him as he can, just enough that he doesn't see him fade out of existence. Even when he agreed that their kissing meant something, even when he sobbed himself nearly unconscious and borrowed his clothes and fell asleep curled in his arms. It still feels instinctive to run.]

[He starts clicking the ends of his claws together, thumb to index, thumb to middle, thumb to ring, thumb to pinky, back and forth, until he sticks on his index finger tapping his thumb because it's not working anymore, and he opens his eyes with a sharp inhale, regarding Lavenza carefully.] So ignoring the fact that the nature of your supervision of us involves you prying into a personal life I, for one, never really planned to have, how much of this is premeditated? You have to understand my lack of trust in a situation like this, I'm very partial to my own free will.