[The touch to his shoulders was strange enough--on top of Yuri's hug. Nobody gets physically familiar with him but Mokuba. He's closed off and prickly. Nothing about him looks comfortable to hold. It was only ever Yuugi--only ever the pharaoh who might dare to touch him in a way that wasn't a prelude to violence.
Everything is catching up, and it's overwhelming. But he can focus on touch. His eye snaps back open, regarding Akira with surprise mixed in with the panic guilt panic horror panic shame.]
She nearly did. Pretty sure. [Short phrases. Easier. Breathe. Breathe. Akira is warm, and warmth is appreciated right now.] We're...lucky.
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Everything is catching up, and it's overwhelming. But he can focus on touch. His eye snaps back open, regarding Akira with surprise mixed in with the panic guilt panic horror panic shame.]
She nearly did. Pretty sure. [Short phrases. Easier. Breathe. Breathe. Akira is warm, and warmth is appreciated right now.] We're...lucky.