Don't- [Something pained flits across his face before he can control it and overstays its welcome. It's twice now that his voice has cracked in front of Maruki, something that most people never get to hear.] Don't apologize for getting injured.
[Maruki's guilt is a collection of nettles stinging his heart over and over; just as he frees himself from the clutch of apologizing for almost dying like he's making trouble for Akira, he's stumbling into the sharp bite of him saying sorry for getting himself somewhere safe.
It hurts Akira twofold. It's not just Maruki minimizing his own pain that's hard to swallow, but the fact that Akira knows he's to blame for this guilt. Maybe not all of it, but enough. He almost wishes he'd listened to his conscience, not extended himself to Maruki the way he had, because it's almost certain that he'd weighed on him even more-
...But if he hadn't, then where would Maruki have gone tonight?
He stops moving, but doesn't loosen his grip. It's the only acquiesce Akira can make, because he doesn't even know if he can let go. The primal fear is still pounding out a beat located at his temple, even with the logic of Maruki's words starting to bounce around in his skull.
What a sight they must make, holding onto each other in Akira's entranceway like the world will end if they let go.]
How strong of a spell did you use?
[Azathoth had decent healing capabilities from what he remembers, but not a full one. If Maruki bled this much, then...
He aches to have Futaba with him; he always does, but especially right now, to look over Maruki's vitals and make sure Akira's less-trained eye hasn't missed something. It makes his heart feel small and tight and helpless in his chest.]
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[Maruki's guilt is a collection of nettles stinging his heart over and over; just as he frees himself from the clutch of apologizing for almost dying like he's making trouble for Akira, he's stumbling into the sharp bite of him saying sorry for getting himself somewhere safe.
It hurts Akira twofold. It's not just Maruki minimizing his own pain that's hard to swallow, but the fact that Akira knows he's to blame for this guilt. Maybe not all of it, but enough. He almost wishes he'd listened to his conscience, not extended himself to Maruki the way he had, because it's almost certain that he'd weighed on him even more-
...But if he hadn't, then where would Maruki have gone tonight?
He stops moving, but doesn't loosen his grip. It's the only acquiesce Akira can make, because he doesn't even know if he can let go. The primal fear is still pounding out a beat located at his temple, even with the logic of Maruki's words starting to bounce around in his skull.
What a sight they must make, holding onto each other in Akira's entranceway like the world will end if they let go.]
How strong of a spell did you use?
[Azathoth had decent healing capabilities from what he remembers, but not a full one. If Maruki bled this much, then...
He aches to have Futaba with him; he always does, but especially right now, to look over Maruki's vitals and make sure Akira's less-trained eye hasn't missed something. It makes his heart feel small and tight and helpless in his chest.]