[ Akira considers his options, sorts through the merits of what he's about to do versus the damage it might do, and then decides that it doesn't fucking matter if either of them have breakdowns because they're clearly careening that way anyway and he might as well try to stop it the only way he knows how.
So he leans back, drags Akechi up by his forearms, and then hugs him. It's a tight grip, one that he intends to make strong enough that Akechi can't easily escape; he buries his face in Akechi's neck and exhales. At least one of them has to be coherent right now; at least one of them has to stop being so frantic and urgent and scared. It's fine if it's him. ]
Stop. You didn't mean to, so let's talk about this. I don't want you to leave.
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So he leans back, drags Akechi up by his forearms, and then hugs him. It's a tight grip, one that he intends to make strong enough that Akechi can't easily escape; he buries his face in Akechi's neck and exhales. At least one of them has to be coherent right now; at least one of them has to stop being so frantic and urgent and scared. It's fine if it's him. ]
Stop. You didn't mean to, so let's talk about this. I don't want you to leave.