Not in front of Bokuto. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. I never meant to drag you into my life". He turned his head towards the window, away from Akaashi. "What are you doing?". I loved this. Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. Akaashi knew this. When would he ever use it again? So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. Absolutely not. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. He answered blatantly. I was the only one willing to give it to him." Sorry for always messaging you so late. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. "I Don't Usually text," Akaashi murmured. This was their unspoken communication. During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. Bokuto whispered. He meets Bokuto, a patient who has a crippling disease, Fatal familial insomnia, FFI. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. He wanted healthy friends that he could talk to on a regular basis, not one sick friend who he'd have to invest personal and emotional time into. DEFINITELY. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. "Yeah. He almost didn't want to come today, either. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. "They aren't really there." The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. The day was strangely chilly, with an occasional breeze now and then, causing the browning leaves to rustle in the trees above. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. "Yes.". This entire past month hasn't been any different for him, though. He ascended those familiar steps, said hello to the familiar faces, and rounded that familiar corner that he knew would lead him to Bokuto's room.