[... oh. Those feelings... definitely have a fluttery feeling arising in Akira, though some part of him tries to tamp down on it, an internal scolding on how he told himself he was going to go slowly, this time.
His gaze softens with understanding.]
You're already giving me so much. [His hands slide down the god's arms and stop at his hands, giving them a small squeeze.] It's okay if you end up fighting. It's what you're used to, right? Don't worry; I'm patient.
[He lets go of one hand to close the spellbook and tuck it under his arm. With the other hand, there's a light tug of Apollon's arm. Should he allow it, Akira will lead him to his room once again.]
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His gaze softens with understanding.]
You're already giving me so much. [His hands slide down the god's arms and stop at his hands, giving them a small squeeze.] It's okay if you end up fighting. It's what you're used to, right? Don't worry; I'm patient.
[He lets go of one hand to close the spellbook and tuck it under his arm. With the other hand, there's a light tug of Apollon's arm. Should he allow it, Akira will lead him to his room once again.]