[He doesn't shy away from Akira stepping into his space, but his eyes jump up to him at the question, catching the light and looking about as molten as they are alarmed. He keeps his hand where it is, because the giddy sensation of bubbles in his stomach is unrelenting and he still wants to fucking smile.]
[He hesitates, trying to keep his expression schooled, and winds up looking down and away from him again, back up, and away, three separate times trying to figure himself out before he steps forward himself, reaching past Akira to set his soda on the counter. Uncertainly, he breathes a very quiet "Yes," before he stands close enough that Akira is a blur of pale skin in dim lighting, wishing the fluttering sensation in his everything hadn't wholly taken any confidence he may have had to initiate the gesture himself.]
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[He hesitates, trying to keep his expression schooled, and winds up looking down and away from him again, back up, and away, three separate times trying to figure himself out before he steps forward himself, reaching past Akira to set his soda on the counter. Uncertainly, he breathes a very quiet "Yes," before he stands close enough that Akira is a blur of pale skin in dim lighting, wishing the fluttering sensation in his everything hadn't wholly taken any confidence he may have had to initiate the gesture himself.]