[ Akira goes with Akechi. He's still tense -- his shoulders are still tight; his posture is a relaxed imitation of Joker's, but every muscle strains to hold it, to keep his back from curling, to keep himself from trying to turn in on himself. With Akechi's touch, he loosens a little, slipping more easily into the futon and reaching up to drag his fingers up Akechi's spine. ]
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I'm not any good at walking away from you.