[ It's very clear he's done this a lot... and Akira can't help the small, sad smile. He still can't begin to imagine the kind of life Naoya led, each time. All those times of starting over, from birth. All those times of meeting an end... Never getting to rest...
He takes a deep breath, planting his focus back onto his breathing, and on relaxing. The hand is definitely helping, too. Eventually all the muscles in his body relax enough...
While it's not the same thing as having a purring cat curled up with him, it's just enough...
Eventually, the singing becomes distant; he dozes off... ]
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He takes a deep breath, planting his focus back onto his breathing, and on relaxing. The hand is definitely helping, too. Eventually all the muscles in his body relax enough...
While it's not the same thing as having a purring cat curled up with him, it's just enough...
Eventually, the singing becomes distant; he dozes off... ]