[ He's here and present and painfully so, flinching visibly when Akira's hands touch his face and pulling away from him after the third series of pats. He looks down at his hands, and they're shaking, clenching them into fists so they'll stop, shoving them into his pockets when they won't. ]
no subject
It's- [ nothing. it's fine. it's whatever.
He takes a breath. ]
I'm going home.