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[ okay, no questioned asked, no 'what happened?' — good. denji can work with that. it made it less overwhelming knowing he didn't need to explain himself or figure out whatever the hell was going on in his head, all he was asking was to feel something physical— something that would keep his feet on the ground. and aki is doing just fine. denji nods, lips parted and his breathing slows down, easing in— more quiet now. he is somewhat feverish which is something aki would feel with the touch of their foreheads.

he opened his eyes, barely, and kept his gaze low. his voice is a bit gruff, akin to a whisper. ] ... Okay. [ he's holding onto the other now for a different reason, and he shifts a bit on his feet. the sedatives are still in his system, making it hard for him to move around. ] Help me get changed ...