[Akira slowly lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, because if he sighs in relief the way he feels like he has to it'll just look weird.
A pang of an unfamiliar amalgam of emotions courses through him when she twitches. He'd certainly reacted this way if touched unexpectedly, but...it wasn't unexpected, was it? He frowns, grateful she can't see his expression faced away from him as she is—the more he learns about her, the more he wishes she'd just give up on ever going back to her own time. It's peaceful here, she doesn't have to fight anymore, and while they may not have the necessary medical advancements to help with her headaches, there's no saying that they won't sometime soon.
It's an unfathomably selfish thing to want, so he'll take it to his grave. But it rears its jealous, petty head every once in a while, when something Akira sees as commonplace in a time of relative peace once again turns out to be an incredible rarity in Ryoko's life.]
...In my case, my brain was just overloading itself, and I needed to relax. I dunno if it'll help as much for you, but it probably won't hurt.
[But whatever's wrong with Ryoko seems more serious than that. Her headaches are a lot more common, and worse, than his have ever been unless he was really putting a strain on his mind. Akira's still almost afraid to find out what it is, because if it really is something that might kill her, he doesn't want to know.
He rubs tiny little circles into her scalp with his fingertips. Sometimes Taeko would hum, but like hell he's gonna subject Ryoko to that tone-deaf nonsense.]
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A pang of an unfamiliar amalgam of emotions courses through him when she twitches. He'd certainly reacted this way if touched unexpectedly, but...it wasn't unexpected, was it? He frowns, grateful she can't see his expression faced away from him as she is—the more he learns about her, the more he wishes she'd just give up on ever going back to her own time. It's peaceful here, she doesn't have to fight anymore, and while they may not have the necessary medical advancements to help with her headaches, there's no saying that they won't sometime soon.
It's an unfathomably selfish thing to want, so he'll take it to his grave. But it rears its jealous, petty head every once in a while, when something Akira sees as commonplace in a time of relative peace once again turns out to be an incredible rarity in Ryoko's life.]
...In my case, my brain was just overloading itself, and I needed to relax. I dunno if it'll help as much for you, but it probably won't hurt.
[But whatever's wrong with Ryoko seems more serious than that. Her headaches are a lot more common, and worse, than his have ever been unless he was really putting a strain on his mind. Akira's still almost afraid to find out what it is, because if it really is something that might kill her, he doesn't want to know.
He rubs tiny little circles into her scalp with his fingertips. Sometimes Taeko would hum, but like hell he's gonna subject Ryoko to that tone-deaf nonsense.]