[He hates to consider himself an anxious person, because he's always had this visual depiction of calm, he's always played it like he had his shit together. He knows well he does not, Akira knows well he does not, but it doesn't make it any easier to feel his heartbeat speed up and hammer into his extremities. Akira's clear-cut statement, "I won't", is just as steady as the rest of him, he means it and he won't let go, and the room starts to close in on them slowly the more Akechi realizes he's trapped, and he's done it to himself. Again.]
I don't, [He tries, but the statement is thin and feeble like the rest of his crumbling resolve, because he never expected to be given a second chance. A third chance, really. He doesn't deserve it, he can't process it, and he has no plan for it, so he stands still on a foundation made of sand. Akira, at this point, is the ocean, and the waves are gentle but they're still absolutely washing away what little Akechi can still stand on.] I don't and I can't, and you know I can't leave anyway so why are you still holding onto me. [And maybe that question refers to more than just Akira's hands on him at present.]
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I don't, [He tries, but the statement is thin and feeble like the rest of his crumbling resolve, because he never expected to be given a second chance. A third chance, really. He doesn't deserve it, he can't process it, and he has no plan for it, so he stands still on a foundation made of sand. Akira, at this point, is the ocean, and the waves are gentle but they're still absolutely washing away what little Akechi can still stand on.] I don't and I can't, and you know I can't leave anyway so why are you still holding onto me. [And maybe that question refers to more than just Akira's hands on him at present.]