[. . . he doesn't really have any last words, so as Will turns away to hunt for bourbon, Akira debates for a moment about just letting him go. there's a pause, a second of silence, before Akira mutters--]
Damn it. . .
[he scrubs at his face, before trotting forward to catch up, to follow wherever Will is leading]
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Damn it. . .
[he scrubs at his face, before trotting forward to catch up, to follow wherever Will is leading]