[He laughs softly, curling his arms upward to scritch gently at Akira's scalp.] Still a little cold, actually.

[He breathes in carefully, trying to encourage Akira to take a similarly steadying breath.] I shouldn't have asked that of you when you have to return to work. I..., your schedule. Let me know days you work, and I won't go anywhere to avoid anything like this happening again. [Which he hates-- the taste of freedom was so sweet until he crashed so hard he nearly passed out, and now he's perched in Akira's lap trying to talk him down from popping a boner when he's on the clock. He'd tease, but he's worn out (again), and he doesn't want Akira to just knock him over and pin him down anyway.]