[Akira is happy to give him that much distance, glad that he would come sit with him at all, and gasps softly when Goro meets and holds his gaze. He's afraid to say anything, or to look away, so he lets his tea steam on the nightstand and waits.]
[When Goro bursts forward with his admission, Akira just smiles faintly, shifting to hold his arm out, covers held aside.] ...come here.
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[When Goro bursts forward with his admission, Akira just smiles faintly, shifting to hold his arm out, covers held aside.] ...come here.