[Akira has had a really bad..., like, week? Week. Goro avoided him leading up to the 20th, he felt awful and wrong but wanted to give him space during it, then he got mcfucking kidnapped, then they got to fight Cthulhu for the honor of the snake people who kidnapped him. He was tired, he was still cold, and he was terrified to speak to, let alone touch Goro despite how desperately he wanted to throw his arms over his shoulders and stand still for a while.]
[He almost didn't go back to the apartment, but he followed Goro on autopilot, only jolting slightly at the sound of his voice when he realized where they were and that he'd followed him back. His veins go icier than they were from the ocean, and his mouth stuck shut, his feet leaden leaving him in the doorway. He works on it slowly, taking a moment to catalogue things-- his feet on the floor, solid, the apartment with its familiar decor and scent, even if he couldn't tell if it was warm until it worked through the oppressive cold forming an ugly bubble around him.] I don't have to stay.
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[He almost didn't go back to the apartment, but he followed Goro on autopilot, only jolting slightly at the sound of his voice when he realized where they were and that he'd followed him back. His veins go icier than they were from the ocean, and his mouth stuck shut, his feet leaden leaving him in the doorway. He works on it slowly, taking a moment to catalogue things-- his feet on the floor, solid, the apartment with its familiar decor and scent, even if he couldn't tell if it was warm until it worked through the oppressive cold forming an ugly bubble around him.] I don't have to stay.