[He makes the first familiar face he's made since he walked in-- scowling, though its muted. He leaves his wrist butted up to Akira's, sucking down the rest of his coffee.] I still can't understand it. Ignoring that I was fathered by trash, your parents seem to display no real reason to neglect you this way.

[A beat, and he shrugs his shoulders, only shifting away from Akira's wrist in favor of picking up a pen.] But I suppose in a roundabout way, I'm thankful. I never would have met you without their disservice.