[He stops breathing entirely when Akira takes hold of his hand, his mouth sealing shut with an audible sharp gasp that cuts off too quickly. He shakes his head, holds his breath until his lungs burn and exhales in a rush.] I don't know, I don't... [He withers, sagging back to sit on his knees in the middle of the floor, instead.] I don't think... I'll be able to manage this, in a reasonable amount of time, and I certainly don't expect you to wait for me to figure it out like that, [He gestures with his free hand, then brings it to his forehead and pats his palm there several times.] Ridiculous.