[action] [The movements are comforting, even though he's never really felt them before. But it triggers that little part of himself that all kids have, feeling safer in a known adult's arms. He might be 14, but he really still had the mind of a child.
Akito clings as much as he can, trying to pull himself together but unable to] Mama... [He sniffs and buries his head in Jennifer's shoulder, slowly crying himself into sleep. He can tell Agito's near, but he can't bring himself to move. He's too tired to...]