[His breathing screws up a little when Akira takes his hand-- checks his pulse, he realizes when he looks down at him with that concerned look to him. His heartbeat is loud enough in his head he almost doesn't hear him, and he curls inward, pulling his knees toward his chest and trying to fold up on his side. Akira might be in the way, but he tries anyway.]
I'm-- right here. I'm here. [He says it like he's mad that he isn't. Mad that Akira noticed before he did. He still isn't tapping him.]
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I'm-- right here. I'm here. [He says it like he's mad that he isn't. Mad that Akira noticed before he did. He still isn't tapping him.]