[Akechi lets Ren lift his head, breath catching gently at the touch to his chin as he straightens. He tilts his head into Ren's hand with the same caution that a feral cat might, ready to pull away.
But he doesn't. He meets Ren's eyes, the corner of his lip twitching into a hint of a sad smile. Neither of them can control that. Facing Akechi's cognitive self was only proof that things remained, as ever, entirely out of their control. But he doesn't say it. They both must be thinking it.
He reaches up and mirrors Ren's hand on his cheek, a leather-clad thumb brushing over his cheekbone. A beat, then he leans in, closing the distance between them with a kiss that isn't hungry, isn't wild and feral, but hesitant and heartfelt, as if somehow that gesture alone might convey what he can't do in words. He can't promise to always be there with Ren. But they can enjoy the time they have together.]
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But he doesn't. He meets Ren's eyes, the corner of his lip twitching into a hint of a sad smile. Neither of them can control that. Facing Akechi's cognitive self was only proof that things remained, as ever, entirely out of their control. But he doesn't say it. They both must be thinking it.
He reaches up and mirrors Ren's hand on his cheek, a leather-clad thumb brushing over his cheekbone. A beat, then he leans in, closing the distance between them with a kiss that isn't hungry, isn't wild and feral, but hesitant and heartfelt, as if somehow that gesture alone might convey what he can't do in words. He can't promise to always be there with Ren. But they can enjoy the time they have together.]