(He's fuming. Not because Akechi brings out his thoughts, but simply for the fact that they can be heard. When rhetorical questions, not the ones he means to ask, turn into reality by these goddamned little goos in the creeks of their floor.
Unlike the other, he's not one to lash out. It's not Akechi's fault that he can hear it, and once again, he reminds himself to keep his attention on the air entering and leaving his lungs, empty his head of unwelcomed thoughts. There must be a way to turn this off.)
Those questions were not for you.
(A breath in, a breath out.)
I accept and love you for what you are, Goro. I hope you can accept that one day.
(He removes his turtleneck, only to give way for the sweatshirt he's putting on.)
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Unlike the other, he's not one to lash out. It's not Akechi's fault that he can hear it, and once again, he reminds himself to keep his attention on the air entering and leaving his lungs, empty his head of unwelcomed thoughts. There must be a way to turn this off.)
Those questions were not for you.
(A breath in, a breath out.)
I accept and love you for what you are, Goro. I hope you can accept that one day.
(He removes his turtleneck, only to give way for the sweatshirt he's putting on.)