[He drops his head again, and then further, laying on his stomach and covering his head with his arms. He's so terrified of the magnitude of Akira's care, the ferocity of it, the fact that he can't see the end of it. He could always visualize how long he had with anything good in his life, before, like a string tied to a door handle and each day that was good or okay he was walking along it, feeding the string around the mechanism of a yo-yo. With Akira... it's just a string. There's no end to it, there's no door, it's just kilometres of string, tied to the end of his pinky and then to Akira's, but it stretches endlessly between them.]
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[He drops his head again, and then further, laying on his stomach and covering his head with his arms. He's so terrified of the magnitude of Akira's care, the ferocity of it, the fact that he can't see the end of it. He could always visualize how long he had with anything good in his life, before, like a string tied to a door handle and each day that was good or okay he was walking along it, feeding the string around the mechanism of a yo-yo. With Akira... it's just a string. There's no end to it, there's no door, it's just kilometres of string, tied to the end of his pinky and then to Akira's, but it stretches endlessly between them.]