[It's a good thing Akira's not closer, honestly, because he's not sure what he would have done. That flash of anger redirects at Akira for a very hot second--but it's Akira. Who has only ever tried to help. This isn't what they need first thing in the god damn morning, and the anger melts into a simmering shame. He shouldn't have reacted. It's nothing. It's the past. It's been ground into fine dust. Is this what he's become?
He reels back and gives the rod a throw, listening to it bounce off the door, clatter to the floor, come to rest against the trunk. Sits himself heavily on the bed. Max had gotten close to some of the more painful truths, so had Prompto, even Manaka, and they were all dead now. He doesn't need Akira to concern himself on top of it all.]
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He reels back and gives the rod a throw, listening to it bounce off the door, clatter to the floor, come to rest against the trunk. Sits himself heavily on the bed. Max had gotten close to some of the more painful truths, so had Prompto, even Manaka, and they were all dead now. He doesn't need Akira to concern himself on top of it all.]
It doesn't mean anything.