More than a little traumatized by what happened to him, and then exacerbated by a man appearing before him (no, not just a man), by being touched when his most recent experience with such a thing lead to his current state of being. A trauma that will probably haunt him forever. A trauma that's responsible for a host of fears, both new and old, that he's not sure he'll ever be able to let go of. Fears that someone or something like Atreyun couldn't possibly understand. He doesn't need to understand, though. Understanding such things isn't necessary for what Akihito asked him here to do.

Akihito watches as Atreyun stands, hesitating for a moment before setting the book aside so he can take the deity's hand with his relatively uninjured one. It takes a bit of effort and some quiet groaning but he pulls himself to his feet, then glances up at Atreyun for no more than a few seconds before he feels the need to once more lower his gaze. "Akihito. My name is Suzuki Akihito."