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[They walk in. A pocket of warmth remains even after Maruki peels his hand away at the building's entrance.
And that night-
Akechi thinks.
And that night-
Akechi watches the rhythmic rise and fall of the man's chest, in a bed only centimeters away.
And that night-
Akechi ends up on the ground, his head directly below Maruki's hand and neither one of them say a word as hair is smoothed down, over and over, from 2AM onward.
And that morning-
They eat.
And that morning-
They separate.
And that morning-
in a private session, in a small room, surrounded by walls coated in grotesque gray that close in every time he inhales and the phantom sensation of a hand between his shoulder blades, against the base of his skull, with a calendar on the wall with a bolded date that only means something to Akechi Goro-
He talks about his mom.
Her suicide, what happened after, the very little he remembers beyond it. The numerous homes, a vague emancipation and feigning ignorance on memories thereafter. Explodes on the doctor when that response is questioned. Doesn't unleash every vile word he can imagine but lashes out in polite barbs and tongue in cheek insults.
By the end of that extended session, they almost move Akechi to his own room. Decide not to after. He isn't sure why. Doesn't care why. Ends up lashing out at Maruki to no avail - the man's quiet, placating tone and minimal words enough to temper the fight before it can become a full on brawl.
And in the end, Akechi tells Maruki too, while his eyes are shut and his hair is pressed down in small, short bursts.
And in the morning-
They separate.
And in the morning, in the same room with the same doctor, he doesn't say a word.]
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And that night-
Akechi thinks.
And that night-Akechi watches the rhythmic rise and fall of the man's chest, in a bed only centimeters away.
And that night-Akechi ends up on the ground, his head directly below Maruki's hand and neither one of them say a word as hair is smoothed down, over and over, from 2AM onward.
And that morning-They eat.
And that morning-They separate.
And that morning-He talks about his mom.
Her suicide, what happened after, the very little he remembers beyond it. The numerous homes, a vague emancipation and feigning ignorance on memories thereafter. Explodes on the doctor when that response is questioned. Doesn't unleash every vile word he can imagine but lashes out in polite barbs and tongue in cheek insults.By the end of that extended session, they almost move Akechi to his own room. Decide not to after. He isn't sure why. Doesn't care why. Ends up lashing out at Maruki to no avail - the man's quiet, placating tone and minimal words enough to temper the fight before it can become a full on brawl.
And in the end, Akechi tells Maruki too, while his eyes are shut and his hair is pressed down in small, short bursts.
And in the morning-
They separate.
And in the morning, in the same room with the same doctor, he doesn't say a word.]