[Even admitting it shows that Akechi is taking strides. Yes, he's unhappy. But he doesn't know a life without that. The simple pleasures—like Leblanc, for instance—were somewhat of a charade, as well. To ask what he wants and to know it is to ask too much of him. Yes, Zerzura presented some opportunities there, but they're the type of opportunities that are too perfect. Too easily claimed.
He won't ask a man to be his father, for Ren to be his boyfriend. As he stands now, he doesn't even know if he wants that, or if some version of him may have before this all started. Before he became the person he is today.
Of course, whatever he could say is cut ... short by Ren's little joke. Akechi's response is genuine, eyes widening as he takes a step back.]
That's—! [His hand moves to his throat, as if he's touching a button there. Of course, he doesn't have the same clothes that he has back home, so he's lacking that particular bit of attire.
He lowers his hand, looking away with a huff.] Forgive me for the harsh rejection, but I won't be asking.
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He won't ask a man to be his father, for Ren to be his boyfriend. As he stands now, he doesn't even know if he wants that, or if some version of him may have before this all started. Before he became the person he is today.
Of course, whatever he could say is cut ... short by Ren's little joke. Akechi's response is genuine, eyes widening as he takes a step back.]
That's—! [His hand moves to his throat, as if he's touching a button there. Of course, he doesn't have the same clothes that he has back home, so he's lacking that particular bit of attire.
He lowers his hand, looking away with a huff.] Forgive me for the harsh rejection, but I won't be asking.