[You know better, Akira thinks. but the words don't quite make it to his lips as Minato looks away. it's the second time this encounter that his companion has not been able to meet his gaze. Akira would be more worried about it. . . if he didn't already suspect he knew what thoughts were running around in Minato's head]
[dangerous. this is. . . very dangerous]
[but those notions are dismissed almost immediately, dispersed to the recesses of his mind so Akira can focus on the here and now. in grounding himself in the present. he swallows thickly, features softening, smile still curving up his lips, before he takes both proffered hands in his own. glove fabric is bunched at at Minato's wrists before Akira peels them off one after the other, leaving his companion's fingers bared against his own]
[and then Akira wastes no time in lacing those fingers together, pressing their palms flush, anchoring himself to Minato as he leans in to practically whisper]
no subject
[dangerous. this is. . . very dangerous]
[but those notions are dismissed almost immediately, dispersed to the recesses of his mind so Akira can focus on the here and now. in grounding himself in the present. he swallows thickly, features softening, smile still curving up his lips, before he takes both proffered hands in his own. glove fabric is bunched at at Minato's wrists before Akira peels them off one after the other, leaving his companion's fingers bared against his own]
[and then Akira wastes no time in lacing those fingers together, pressing their palms flush, anchoring himself to Minato as he leans in to practically whisper]
Minato. . . look at me?