"Akechi!" He sets his mug down and scrambles out of his seat, kneeling in front of Akechi and touching his shoulders, his face, trying to meet his eyes. He takes Akechi's hands in his and squeezes them tight, trying not to panic. "Akechi, I'm sorry, it's okay. You're right. I'm sorry I brought it up. You're okay. I'm sorry."
His heart is racing; his hands in Akechi's are clammy with sweat. He feels sick.
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"Akechi!" He sets his mug down and scrambles out of his seat, kneeling in front of Akechi and touching his shoulders, his face, trying to meet his eyes. He takes Akechi's hands in his and squeezes them tight, trying not to panic. "Akechi, I'm sorry, it's okay. You're right. I'm sorry I brought it up. You're okay. I'm sorry."
His heart is racing; his hands in Akechi's are clammy with sweat. He feels sick.