[He draws in a breath, looks up at Akira, and exhales in a rush, wobbling where he stands.]

I'm so sick of myself, but you all just... want to befriend me, want to accept me. I don't know how to allow it, and I'm-- sorry, for that, for my fumbling idiocy and the fact that I am far too quick to become angry when I'm stressed. I want this to work. I want-- [He squeezes Akira's fingers, and his voice cracks, but he powers through it, even if he looks away again.] I want this to work. So much it frightens me.