Akira was left by himself. After he finished crying, more from shock and stress than from anything else, he got up from the bed and wandered around the apartment. He took one of the blankets with him. It smelled like food but Akira was not hungry. It was surprising even to himself when he noticed this. This must be a first for him. With a tissue from the kitchen he wiped his tear and snot filled face clean. Back in the living rom he found the bag he had sewn for Roku on the couch. Would he ever be able to gift this to him? But then again, was this even something Roku would be happy with receiving? Akira began to waver if it would maybe better to not gift this bag to Roku. And whether it would be better if he had not entered Roku's life and made everything difficult for him. With the bag and the blanket he withdrew himself in a corner of the living room, half hiding behind a plant. Thinking was not his strong point and he didn't get a lot of stuff but wasn't there anything he could do to actually be useful? Something beside a clean floor and a clean bathroom. Previously he would have yelled back and have a huge fight with Roku, but he didn't want to fight. He wanted to get along. Akira just had no clue how to make Roku like him better. There shouldn't be anything wrong with wanting to be liked by a person you like right?