[ Rion lets him, tense as she is at first (she'd cried out when she'd remembered, and he'd smirked, smirked and wrapped his fingers around her chin as though he had every right in the world to touch her); Akira is incredibly, vastly different, and there's a gentleness in his touch that's almost at odds with his unyielding tone.
But that, too, is something gentle, in his own way. He says it so confidently, even though she'd tried to explain just how much damage she'd caused. He says it like he's entirely sure that he'd be fine, if it happened.
It's so absurd and so absolutely Akira that a laugh escapes-- though it's frail and choked.
Because this means so much. Maybe even more than he'll know. ]
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But that, too, is something gentle, in his own way. He says it so confidently, even though she'd tried to explain just how much damage she'd caused. He says it like he's entirely sure that he'd be fine, if it happened.
It's so absurd and so absolutely Akira that a laugh escapes-- though it's frail and choked.
Because this means so much. Maybe even more than he'll know. ]
G-geez, you and your cool speeches...