[He's used to being relatively active, or at least constantly in motion, even when he isn't prepared to be, so it's a feat in and of itself that he's willing to ask to sit so early. They've barely even left Leblanc, and his heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest in some kind of macabre reenactment of that scene from Alien. He appreciates Akira's closeness as they sit, more than he might have expected, closing his eyes and soaking him in with one hand still tangled in his.]

[He angles his head toward him without opening his eyes when he starts talking again, and opens his eyes in short passes, sort of the reverse of blinking. He does that for the whole time he talks, humming thoughtfully.] It was very much a do or die sort of scenario. If I didn't do it, certainly no one was going to do it for me, so... [He claims their joined hands into his lap and runs his free fingertips over the back of Akira's knuckles, and grins sharply.] It was a bit more of a clawing motion than crawling-- picture a cat climbing the curtains.