[ To both things. He wants Akira to be able to recieve what he got. Of course Minato can pretend things are ordinary and treat Akira like always if that helps...but to do so he has to get there.
So he goes quiet as he rushes to meet Akira. There's very few things in life Minato rushes to, but this is worth it. ]
[It allows warmth to seep into his chest, but there isn't much to add to that, so Akira pockets his phone and sits it out.
That jelly sensation in his legs persists, so Akira checks himself over, looking for any injury that he might've overlooked. He had felt... real, when he'd woken up after death, he doesn't think it was a hallucination, and he hadn't been hurt during that at least. But if he isn't wounded at all, then that feeling has to be...
It has to be something mental, doesn't it?
Maybe this is just what it feels like to crack, for the one that's used to being the grounding presence to the people he cares about.
So he waits, and tries to remember how to feel together, and he can't even really be sure he's succeeded when the person he's been waiting for finally arrives.]
...Minato.
[His voice is quiet and just a little creaky, and Akira isn't sure what expression he's wearing... but he'd imagine it isn't what he wishes he was projecting.]
[ Neither of them has ever been the most expressive. Because of it, though, they're pretty good at reading one another. At least, Minato thinks that may be the case. The smaller signs of emotion, the tightening of lips or tension in shoulders, things that can be covered with a calm expression some people can't see past...
Though right now, yeah, neither of them may look quite calm. Minato doesn't stop moving until he's a foot away at best. There's nothing like pity in him for Akira, for anyone who goes through this.
But there's sympathy. The memory of how he felt about death in another life, and how he's walked so long beside it in this one. ]
If your legs are still jelly, I'm a decent walking stick. [ It's quiet, some half-hearted odd humor but also a genuine offer because he isn't sure how to offer something else entirely. ]
[It's enough to startle a laugh out of him, helpless and fond. It lifts the gray film out of his mind, makes his thoughts just a little bit clearer.]
I'm in the market for those right now, so that's lucky that you came by right when I needed you.
[It's supposed to land as a joke, humor to match humor, but it comes out just a little too genuine for that.
It seems they're both in that boat.]
I think I can walk okay, but... I'm not steady, so just be careful.
[For Minato's own sake, of course, because heaven forbid that Akira ever worry about himself in any life. But since it's him... Minato will probably get that, too.
There's no one else that isn't family that can read him as well. Even back when he'd been a quiet child, and then a more open but still reserved adult... Minato has always gotten him. He's always made him feel known and seen, even during that brief time it took more to coax him out of his shell.
It should make him feel humiliated, even ashamed, to be seen like this now, shaken by his own death when he still gets to live after. But instead... the only thing that thrums through his veins is relief.]
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[ To both things. He wants Akira to be able to recieve what he got. Of course Minato can pretend things are ordinary and treat Akira like always if that helps...but to do so he has to get there.
So he goes quiet as he rushes to meet Akira. There's very few things in life Minato rushes to, but this is worth it. ]
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That jelly sensation in his legs persists, so Akira checks himself over, looking for any injury that he might've overlooked. He had felt... real, when he'd woken up after death, he doesn't think it was a hallucination, and he hadn't been hurt during that at least. But if he isn't wounded at all, then that feeling has to be...
It has to be something mental, doesn't it?
Maybe this is just what it feels like to crack, for the one that's used to being the grounding presence to the people he cares about.
So he waits, and tries to remember how to feel together, and he can't even really be sure he's succeeded when the person he's been waiting for finally arrives.]
...Minato.
[His voice is quiet and just a little creaky, and Akira isn't sure what expression he's wearing... but he'd imagine it isn't what he wishes he was projecting.]
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Though right now, yeah, neither of them may look quite calm. Minato doesn't stop moving until he's a foot away at best. There's nothing like pity in him for Akira, for anyone who goes through this.
But there's sympathy. The memory of how he felt about death in another life, and how he's walked so long beside it in this one. ]
If your legs are still jelly, I'm a decent walking stick. [ It's quiet, some half-hearted odd humor but also a genuine offer because he isn't sure how to offer something else entirely. ]
it's what he deserves
I'm in the market for those right now, so that's lucky that you came by right when I needed you.
[It's supposed to land as a joke, humor to match humor, but it comes out just a little too genuine for that.
It seems they're both in that boat.]
I think I can walk okay, but... I'm not steady, so just be careful.
[For Minato's own sake, of course, because heaven forbid that Akira ever worry about himself in any life. But since it's him... Minato will probably get that, too.
There's no one else that isn't family that can read him as well. Even back when he'd been a quiet child, and then a more open but still reserved adult... Minato has always gotten him. He's always made him feel known and seen, even during that brief time it took more to coax him out of his shell.
It should make him feel humiliated, even ashamed, to be seen like this now, shaken by his own death when he still gets to live after. But instead... the only thing that thrums through his veins is relief.]