[Warn me next time. It's a simple statement, an easy request, but it becomes an ugly beacon of you did this wrong in the State Akira's mind has entered. He processes the words, tries to circle himself back out of the doom spiral he's in, fails, and nods, breaking eye contact and shifting backward off the bed.]
I'll get something to help you clean up. [He just needs to get away for a minute.
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I'll get something to help you clean up. [He just needs to get away for a minute.