[Akira breathes right along with him, offering a deep pattern to focus on and mimic. He knows himself, knows this isn't purely empathy that makes him seek this out- if he can focus on Kaiba he can slowly ease himself into the idea that he wasn't ruined too. He always handled others better then himself.
Still, that raw scared look is familiar. He's reminded, suddenly, of Ryuji. Ryuji who couldn't be more different then Kaiba, who was physical and loud and warm. Who had that same look sometimes when someone touched him that he didn't see coming. Akira feels something like rage bubble in him. ]
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Still, that raw scared look is familiar. He's reminded, suddenly, of Ryuji. Ryuji who couldn't be more different then Kaiba, who was physical and loud and warm. Who had that same look sometimes when someone touched him that he didn't see coming. Akira feels something like rage bubble in him. ]
Maybe, yeah. Maybe we got more shit to do first.