[It's startlingly obvious, actually. He always holds so much tension in his body he doesn't even realize, that when he finally actually drifts off he's a bit like a puppet cut of its strings with the way he just relaxes despite how tightly curled he's made sure he is. That's probably part of why he did it, really. That and the fact that he's trying very hard to take up as little space as he can on the couch.]
[He thinks he remembers something like this happening when he was younger, too. Watching the X-Folders in a nearby cafe where he had just enough change to order an iced tea, his feet dangling off the stool he'd parked himself on at the bar to not take up a whole table, and he'd fallen asleep watching because it was late. His mother, frenzied when he hadn't come home after three hours (she was always meticulous to have the men she brought home gone within two, so Akechi didn't have to stay away from home late into the night), found him and scolded him, but it was one of the only times he remembered her scooping him up and carrying him home.]
[It was a nice thing to remember and dream about, for once.]
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[He thinks he remembers something like this happening when he was younger, too. Watching the X-Folders in a nearby cafe where he had just enough change to order an iced tea, his feet dangling off the stool he'd parked himself on at the bar to not take up a whole table, and he'd fallen asleep watching because it was late. His mother, frenzied when he hadn't come home after three hours (she was always meticulous to have the men she brought home gone within two, so Akechi didn't have to stay away from home late into the night), found him and scolded him, but it was one of the only times he remembered her scooping him up and carrying him home.]
[It was a nice thing to remember and dream about, for once.]