[He's quiet for a long time, setting his phone down and deliberating over the idea of seeing Akira. He realized, in a dull way, that he was the only person he was truly comfortable around, and that would do wonders for his rattled state. He didn't really think he wanted coffee at this hour, but the smell of Leblanc was always soothing, and he could change his mind. Akira would likely let him nap upstairs if he got tired enough...]
[But something about it felt wrong. Felt... dangerous, in an abstract sort of way. It was the same distant sort of feeling as immediately knowing the gun he'd used to shoot Wakaba with was a Nambu. It felt foreign.]
...I can take my bike and be there in an hour. If that's all right.
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[But something about it felt wrong. Felt... dangerous, in an abstract sort of way. It was the same distant sort of feeling as immediately knowing the gun he'd used to shoot Wakaba with was a Nambu. It felt foreign.]
...I can take my bike and be there in an hour. If that's all right.