Despite Akira allowing him to do what he asked, Josh still knew something was wrong. It was confirmed when he saw the sad look on his face, making him draw his hands back down and put the shampoo away. Leaning on the bathtub, Josh ran his fingers through the water, touching the foam that was still built up, not as much as a number of minutes ago but there was still a lot leftover.
“You aren’t telling me something.” Josh mumbled as he looked into Akira’s downcast eyes. “You shouldn’t keep things from me. I wouldn’t be upset if you told me.”
Josh was tempted to reach out and hold Akira. He just seemed so distant compared to others, especially with the inability to speak. It was almost as though he had his own world isolated from others and Josh didn’t like that philosophy.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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