[He stays close, enjoying the simple affection that doesn't quiet overwhelm him. It's... nice. It makes a strange sort of warmth pool in the pit of his stomach, fonder than he's used to, a little... deeper, he thinks, than he's used to. He doesn't kiss him again, just lingering close enough that their breath mingles, so there's no way he mishears him when he whispers.]
[He stills, digesting the statement with a slight tilt of his head that is almost too slow to notice, and then raises his eyes to Akira's, his mouth falling open just barely. He shuts it again, and his ears bloom scarlet and he looks away, the red spreading rapidly inward until his whole face and down under the hooded collar of his borrowed sweater.]
...I. [He opens his mouth again, and shakes his head.] I'm-- afraid. To want to. [While they're being honest, he may as well roll with it.]
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[He stills, digesting the statement with a slight tilt of his head that is almost too slow to notice, and then raises his eyes to Akira's, his mouth falling open just barely. He shuts it again, and his ears bloom scarlet and he looks away, the red spreading rapidly inward until his whole face and down under the hooded collar of his borrowed sweater.]
...I. [He opens his mouth again, and shakes his head.] I'm-- afraid. To want to. [While they're being honest, he may as well roll with it.]