[In another time and place, he'd protest to being simply laid on the sand. But this is a dream, and he knows the ill effects of the sand is unlikely to truly bother him. Besides, how can he complain when Pino craddles him so lovingly, so close? It makes his heart skip a beat.]
No. [He places his hand on the other man's cheek again, meeting his eyes with some kind of fiery gaze.] I want to see the real you. I want -- you to expose yourself to me. Show me what you're really like.
[Akechi knows enough about masks, and performing, that the truth is far more intimate.]
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No. [He places his hand on the other man's cheek again, meeting his eyes with some kind of fiery gaze.] I want to see the real you. I want -- you to expose yourself to me. Show me what you're really like.
[Akechi knows enough about masks, and performing, that the truth is far more intimate.]