Yeah, [The childishness is-- charming, in a way. It's unlike him, or unlike what he was ever willing to display sober. When Akechi settles against him, Akira feels the warmth slowly seep back into his limbs, and simultaneously feels some small part of himself fracture. It'd be easier if you'd hate me. It really would, wouldn't it?]
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Do you want me to?