[Akechi returns the kiss, more from habit than anything else as he stares down at the rings. If someone had asked him what he'd have thought about this a few months ago, he'd have laughed in their face. He still can feel some kind of manic laughter threatening to bubble up in his chest, even if he can't identify the source.]
Don't thank me for this. [He cups Ren's cheeks in both hands as if he could somehow hold his smile, carry it with him like the precious thing it is. It's so heart-achingly genuine, it makes him want to keep it for himself.] I don't deserve it. Not for- this.
[He gestures with his still-gloved hand, as if to somehow indicate the abstract of his overall response.]
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Don't thank me for this. [He cups Ren's cheeks in both hands as if he could somehow hold his smile, carry it with him like the precious thing it is. It's so heart-achingly genuine, it makes him want to keep it for himself.] I don't deserve it. Not for- this.
[He gestures with his still-gloved hand, as if to somehow indicate the abstract of his overall response.]