If We Were To Stay(KinKuni)

Akira crosses his right leg over his left with a heavy look in dull brown eyes. "What is it that you think I mean?" He asks.
Sat across from him, mile long legs folded awkwardly underneath the table in their too cramped kitchen, Yuutarou's face flushed a pale rose color. He looks away from Akira. "It sounds like you want this to end."
Nothing is said at first. Akira is bringing a mug of coffee towards his lips, silver streams of steam billow up as he takes a sip. "You know," He begins. "I'm not even sure what I mean."