Hey. I brought you dinner. [ Akira hears the way Akechi falters when he addresses him; sees that flash of viciousness in his eyes for a brief moment, and there's something almost -- comforting, about it? Akira's smile is a little tight, because it's bittersweet; it's like looking straight at an oncoming train without trying to move out of the way when you're planted on the tracks. ]
Do you want to talk? [ Akira knows the answer is "no", but he doubts this Akechi is going to turn him away. This Akechi, who is just refusing to sleep rather than dealing with the negative turmoil of emotions.
Akira wonders if Akechi went through all of this the first time he killed someone. If he dealt with it alone, while keeping up his image, without letting anyone know.
It makes Akira's stomach turn to think he's making Akechi relive it. ]
no subject
Do you want to talk? [ Akira knows the answer is "no", but he doubts this Akechi is going to turn him away. This Akechi, who is just refusing to sleep rather than dealing with the negative turmoil of emotions.
Akira wonders if Akechi went through all of this the first time he killed someone. If he dealt with it alone, while keeping up his image, without letting anyone know.
It makes Akira's stomach turn to think he's making Akechi relive it. ]