The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop.
Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen.
"So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Lying next to Akaashi, a ghostly pale Bokuto smiled.
"...Good..." Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. He looked in Akaashi's direction. It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him.
Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. January 19th, 6:40pm.
Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto.
His tired eyes were on Akaashi. He was grinning.
Forcing a smile of his own, Akaashi tilted his head only slightly.
"What are you smiling at?" He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. He was cool to the touch – colder than most. Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely.
It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words.
"... Thank you..."
"Don't worry about it." A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. "I know you're fond of that movie." He looked down at Bokuto as he said this, and glanced away soon after. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away.
He twisted his body to reach for the box of Pocky that sat on the counter. He opened it and pulled one out.
"Do you want one?"
Bokuto nodded and stretched a wobbling arm out. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. He touched at it lightly, twirled it shakily between his fingers, and studied it, but he never ate it.
Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly.
"You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me..."
Bokuto looked up, surprised, and glanced back down at the snack in his hands. It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter.
It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard.
"Ah, I've finally said something funny." Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. "I told you I had my moments every so often."
Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes.
"R...arely..."
"Give me a break here." Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down.
They remained speechless in each other's company for several minutes before Bokuto actually spoke up, his voice sounding like nothing more than a mere whisper.
"Keiji..."
Akaashi looked at him.
"M-hm?"
Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand.
"Ask... M-me w... Why I like... Cloud Atlas so much."
Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto.
