Tiny fingers grasped at Lind's shirt, shaking and whimpering, breathing slowing at the stroking of his hair, dark blue locks that wound around Lind's fingers.
Akito doubted the apology. His brother never apologized, not ever. And never to him. Not that he pushed it. Whatever Oniichan wanted to do, it was fine by him. Even though he knew it shouldn't be. So he made no response except for a snuffling of his nose and what could've been a nod against Lind's chest.
Finally, he straightened up, tearing eye staring up at Lind, cheeks flushed and looking oh-so-pathetic and little. "R-really?"
He wanted to see his Oniichan. He wanted to make things better, but if he knew if he messed up at the slightest point, it'd make everything blow up in his face. He was scared. Agito was silent though so Akito didn't ask the other.