Precipitate
Akira, Ryuuko and Shirogane get some closure, and some reopening.
Akira lay in Shirogane’s arms and wondered if humans, or shin for that matter, could purr. He felt like he wanted to try. The sun had gone down, but the air was still clear and warm with spring, and Shirogane’s hands were just that comfortable bit warmer as they slid up and down his back and over his shoulders.
"The shadow in you is thinning," Shirogane murmured against his hair.