[No, don't look at him cry. It's unsightly at best, but Akira doesn't wrench out of Ann's grip. Knowing full well he'd suffer the brunt of her ire and concern alike, he doesn't dare.

So watch your boyfriend weep, Ann. Watch, because he's never going to get much uglier than this, sniffling and working very very hard to keep his nose from running. Guh.]

Crying isn't very cool.

[And Morgana isn't here to assure Akira that he is, in fact, very cool. Just another thing to cry about!! All the same, Akira's smile returns just a bit, his hands coming up to frame Ann's face.]

You really are my Ann. I've read girls like a sensitive guy, but when it comes down to it, no one likes being blubbered on.

[Except, perhaps, his darling girlfriend. Turning his face to one side, Akira kisses her palm. Turning it once more, he kisses the other.]

Thank you for loving me. Tears and all.