[He makes a little affirmative chirp of sound, because nodding seems like a lot of unnecessary movement, and shuffles to take steps with Goro. Relief makes his whole body feel weak and his knees shake a little as they go, because even if they're not okay, that Goro would initiate contact is more than Akira thought he would be afforded for some time. He wobbles his way to the bathroom, at some point curling an arm around Goro's shoulders and resuming the shivering he'd stopped when he stopped really feeling anything with a vengeance. By the time he's reaching his other arm out to brace himself in the bathroom doorway, his teeth are chattering.]
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G-God, what the f-fuck.