[Akira actually jerks back when he feels the flower petal brush against his hand. his gaze falls on Makoto's ghostly form, and--]
[he immediately looks away, arms falling to his sides, fingers curling into fists. great. . . the one thing he hadn't wanted to think about today, replaying itself right before his very eyes. thanks for nothing, tree of memories!]
[he has an excuse prepared on the tip of his tongue when the memory fades, and he opens his mouth to come right out of the gate with it. but then Fuuka is pulling him towards her, arms wrapped warmly around his back, and he just]
[sort of]
[freezes?]
[like he didn't expect this to happen, and isn't quite sure where to go from here]
Ah. . .
[there's a beat. and then another one, before he realizes that he can't leave her hanging. carefully, but with some hesitation, he loops his own arms around her shoulders to return the hug, which]
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Date: 2017-10-06 02:57 am (UTC)[he immediately looks away, arms falling to his sides, fingers curling into fists. great. . . the one thing he hadn't wanted to think about today, replaying itself right before his very eyes. thanks for nothing, tree of memories!]
[he has an excuse prepared on the tip of his tongue when the memory fades, and he opens his mouth to come right out of the gate with it. but then Fuuka is pulling him towards her, arms wrapped warmly around his back, and he just]
[sort of]
[freezes?]
[like he didn't expect this to happen, and isn't quite sure where to go from here]
Ah. . .
[there's a beat. and then another one, before he realizes that he can't leave her hanging. carefully, but with some hesitation, he loops his own arms around her shoulders to return the hug, which]
[now that he thinks about it?]
[is far more welcome than he realized]