[Akira's response isn't immediate, his pinched features smoothing out almost immediately. he catches Akechi's gaze with his own and blinks a few times, his own mouth opening then closing again in a stunning mimicry of Akechi's uncertainly earlier]
[what. . . is he doing. . .? what are they doing? isn't he just. . . making things more complicated? tangling them up even more than they were before until the lines of their relationship-- whatever it may be-- are so blurred that he can't tell if they're friends or enemies or not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-enemies or something else? he wanted to prove a point, not seek out something permanent, but he isn't sure that point has gotten through Akechi's stupidly thick skull yet, and--]
With that, Akechi releases his grip on him, one of his hands reaching up to the arm still hooked around his neck. He takes hold of Akira's wrist, firmly but not enough to be painful.]
I see. Then, let's end this here.
[Because, regardless of whatever the heck Akira intended, things are complicated enough as they are without adding this to the mix. They have greater things to worry about right now.]
[for a moment, it looks like Akira is about to resist, but. . .]
[. . .]
[What am I doing? What do I want? . . . isn't there someone else--?]
[. . .]
[he draws his arm away, releasing Akechi fully, his expression quickly closing off. but before it does so, there's a flicker of something, a mixture of disappointment. . .]
[and understanding that maybe, probably, this is for the best]
[There's a flicker of... something, when it seems like Akira is about to resist, but it's there and gone in a second. Once Akira draws his arm away, Akechi lifts himself back up to his feet, readjusts his clothes, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He then glances at where the notebook still sits on the floor, expression unreadable.
...]
I'll see you tomorrow.
[Don't mind him as he proceeds to head towards the door. Bye.]
[stop him, Akira thinks to himself, don't let him just walk away--]
[but despite the way those words echo in his mind, he doesn't move from his position on the floor, doesn't tear his gaze away from Akechi's back as he walks away, doesn't open his mouth to say anything at all. and when Akechi is gone, he just]
[sort of flops over onto his back, arms splayed at his sides, as he stares at the ceiling like a man staring into the abyss]
[WHAT CAN OF WORMS DID HE UNWITTINGLY RELEASE. . .]
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[Akira's response isn't immediate, his pinched features smoothing out almost immediately. he catches Akechi's gaze with his own and blinks a few times, his own mouth opening then closing again in a stunning mimicry of Akechi's uncertainly earlier]
[what. . . is he doing. . .? what are they doing? isn't he just. . . making things more complicated? tangling them up even more than they were before until the lines of their relationship-- whatever it may be-- are so blurred that he can't tell if they're friends or enemies or not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-enemies or something else? he wanted to prove a point, not seek out something permanent, but he isn't sure that point has gotten through Akechi's stupidly thick skull yet, and--]
[. . . and. . .]
[. . .]
I don't-- [. . .] I don't know.
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With that, Akechi releases his grip on him, one of his hands reaching up to the arm still hooked around his neck. He takes hold of Akira's wrist, firmly but not enough to be painful.]
I see. Then, let's end this here.
[Because, regardless of whatever the heck Akira intended, things are complicated enough as they are without adding this to the mix. They have greater things to worry about right now.]
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No, I--
[for a moment, it looks like Akira is about to resist, but. . .]
[. . .]
[What am I doing? What do I want? . . . isn't there someone else--?]
[. . .]
[he draws his arm away, releasing Akechi fully, his expression quickly closing off. but before it does so, there's a flicker of something, a mixture of disappointment. . .]
[and understanding that maybe, probably, this is for the best]
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...]
I'll see you tomorrow.
[Don't mind him as he proceeds to head towards the door. Bye.]
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[but despite the way those words echo in his mind, he doesn't move from his position on the floor, doesn't tear his gaze away from Akechi's back as he walks away, doesn't open his mouth to say anything at all. and when Akechi is gone, he just]
[sort of flops over onto his back, arms splayed at his sides, as he stares at the ceiling like a man staring into the abyss]
[WHAT CAN OF WORMS DID HE UNWITTINGLY RELEASE. . .]