[Ren's lack of hesitation to hug him back dissolves the last of Akechi's wariness, at least for the time being. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut and keeps gripping the back of Ren's shirt, shaking slightly with the force of his emotions. He spends so long holding himself back, only letting himself be free in combat, that he almost doesn't know how to express himself like this.
He's taller than Ren is, but right now, he feels so small. Like he could break to pieces under the force of his own shaking. He grits his teeth against a fresh onslaught of emotion, a part of him wondering with a vague detachment if this is what a normal mental breakdown feels like, one that's not forced by Loki's power. There's so much he keeps to himself, that he keeps from Ren, for one reason or another. To make himself seem stronger, to shore up the other's resolve, for this reason or that reason. There's always an excuse to hide behind.]
Should I apologize? [he whispers finally, when he trusts himself not to start sobbing. He doesn't want to cry in front of Ren; he doesn't even know if he can. Everything just feels so fragile.]
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He's taller than Ren is, but right now, he feels so small. Like he could break to pieces under the force of his own shaking. He grits his teeth against a fresh onslaught of emotion, a part of him wondering with a vague detachment if this is what a normal mental breakdown feels like, one that's not forced by Loki's power. There's so much he keeps to himself, that he keeps from Ren, for one reason or another. To make himself seem stronger, to shore up the other's resolve, for this reason or that reason. There's always an excuse to hide behind.]
Should I apologize? [he whispers finally, when he trusts himself not to start sobbing. He doesn't want to cry in front of Ren; he doesn't even know if he can. Everything just feels so fragile.]