[His first response is a light chuckle. Akira takes what he dishes out and deals an equal portion in turn, and maybe he should expect that -- the wild cards all seem to share a commonality in that. But Yu can't say he doesn't like it.]
If I say I am, will you hold my hand?
[Teasing, with a curve of smile to match, but -- not teasing, at the same time. He didn't miss the brush of Akira's hand, the way it stretched out for just a moment too long. Not long enough.
But he does enjoy the journey, and it's because he enjoys the company. Akira has this way of putting him at ease, a bit, a way of lighting a playful spark in him that isn't always so easy to get at. It's not hard to see why Akira's bonds --confidants?-- would come to rely on him.]
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If I say I am, will you hold my hand?
[Teasing, with a curve of smile to match, but -- not teasing, at the same time. He didn't miss the brush of Akira's hand, the way it stretched out for just a moment too long. Not long enough.
But he does enjoy the journey, and it's because he enjoys the company. Akira has this way of putting him at ease, a bit, a way of lighting a playful spark in him that isn't always so easy to get at. It's not hard to see why Akira's bonds --confidants?-- would come to rely on him.]