[He grumbles a noncommittal sound as he sits up, rubbing his hands across his face and pausing for a moment to make sure he hadn't left a concealer smudge across the couch from his face. He hadn't, probably because the concealer had mostly been rubbed off already by then, anyway. He can hazard a few guesses as to why Akira had taken the time to cover him with a blanket-- and move the space heater closer, he noticed in a groggy haze --but he opts to not think too hard about them, mostly because Akira was correct in assuming he'd get upset about it.]
[For as much as he wanted to be needed, and needed to be looked after, besides, he would (and had) sooner die than admit to the latter, or the former again.]
[He notices he's still wearing his shoes about the same time Akira mentions it, frowning at his lap and shifting his legs out from underneath of him to toe off his shoes in dull embarrassment.] ...I'll have your couch cleaned sometime.
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[For as much as he wanted to be needed, and needed to be looked after, besides, he would (and had) sooner die than admit to the latter, or the former again.]
[He notices he's still wearing his shoes about the same time Akira mentions it, frowning at his lap and shifting his legs out from underneath of him to toe off his shoes in dull embarrassment.] ...I'll have your couch cleaned sometime.