[The problem with giving the dust an inch is that it takes you a mile from your very rational and reasonable inhibitions and concerns. So that means Kurama's first reaction to seeing that scar? It's the reaction of someone that pretty clearly cares for Akira a lot, his expression one of open concern as he frees up a hand and leans in to touch the scar with achingly tender caution.

It's even enough to distract him from how familiar this lecture is from the other side.

It also makes him very easy for Goro to gather up, and he goes a little pink as he's dragged into the cuddle pile. He manages, at least, a position where neither boy should be able to feel his lack of heartbeat. Kurama resituates his phone and catches up on the last couple of messages there.

He just...still and silent (hah), for a long moment. Even when his fingers finally start to move across the screen, it's slow. But they are trying so hard to reach out to him, and the words spill out faster and faster, like a flood unleashed, like they're trying to escape before he can think better of it.]

I keep meeting people I know but every time, I'm a stranger. It's like I am The Unknown all over again and they could be dying in the glass cylinder of a dimension I can't reach.

Damn it. That won't even make sense to you. I apologize.

Call it separation anxiety. I miss them and I'm afraid for them.