[He sags slightly, sighing and dropping his head to rest his forehead against Akira's collarbone, then shifting to put his face against his neck, instead.] I suppose that's fair. And that's fine, I can't well tell him he can't when I passed out in a laundromat he was chaperoning me to.

[He finds one of Akira's hands and tugs on his pinky.] Could I make a request?