[Akira, meanwhile, bleeds the "brainless sentimentality" Akechi so spurns him for, even now. There's a faint dusting of flour on the lenses of his glasses, but it does nothing at this proximity to hide the way he searches Akechi's face.]
...tolerate me, for a minute, [In a graceless motion, he reaches out and loops his arms around Akechi's shoulders, hugging him in a way that would allow him to break away easily while still leaving no doubt that he would stay still like this for much longer than Akechi would be comfortable with if permitted.] I'm glad you're here. [He doesn't say "alive", because that's a loaded statement, and who's to say they are, really? Maybe they're both dead.]
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...tolerate me, for a minute, [In a graceless motion, he reaches out and loops his arms around Akechi's shoulders, hugging him in a way that would allow him to break away easily while still leaving no doubt that he would stay still like this for much longer than Akechi would be comfortable with if permitted.] I'm glad you're here. [He doesn't say "alive", because that's a loaded statement, and who's to say they are, really? Maybe they're both dead.]