[Pure confusion. The whispers swell around them, louder and louder, and Goro feels himself slipping into an anxiety that usually stays settled beneath his skin, nerves alight with reminders of his other self's misfortunes (his fault his fault) and his own repressed insecurities. He leans against the bars, nearly curling into them, and catches Akira's listlessness.
Oh. Oh no, Akira is one of his indisputable goods in this life, and Goro closes his hands around Akira's ears to block out the sound, to draw his attention back to where it belongs: off the ground, on someone that cares for him very dearly, even if Goro's wanting to do nothing but hide.]
Akira, [gentle, soft, quiet as to not give away the tremor he feels in his lungs,] look at me.
[But it's not loud enough, he knows, not against the riptide of voices. So he pinches Akira's cheek instead. Actions speak where words can't.]
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[Pure confusion. The whispers swell around them, louder and louder, and Goro feels himself slipping into an anxiety that usually stays settled beneath his skin, nerves alight with reminders of his other self's misfortunes (his fault his fault) and his own repressed insecurities. He leans against the bars, nearly curling into them, and catches Akira's listlessness.
Oh. Oh no, Akira is one of his indisputable goods in this life, and Goro closes his hands around Akira's ears to block out the sound, to draw his attention back to where it belongs: off the ground, on someone that cares for him very dearly, even if Goro's wanting to do nothing but hide.]
Akira, [gentle, soft, quiet as to not give away the tremor he feels in his lungs,] look at me.
[But it's not loud enough, he knows, not against the riptide of voices. So he pinches Akira's cheek instead. Actions speak where words can't.]