[For a long time, the only sound is Akechi's own ragged breathing. Warm, wet tears soak into the leather of his gloves, and he doesn't trust himself to speak. If pressed, he couldn't articulate how he feels. He'd thought he'd been exhausted when he'd been trapped in Maruki's perfect fucking world, but that was nothing compared to this.
He just can't understand why Ren would go through such lengths for him. He never has, and honestly, can't imagine he ever will. His palms grind against his eyes until he can see sparks, trying in vain to stop the tears from flowing.]
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He just can't understand why Ren would go through such lengths for him. He never has, and honestly, can't imagine he ever will. His palms grind against his eyes until he can see sparks, trying in vain to stop the tears from flowing.]