[He isn't angry with Akira, because nothing about this situation had been his choice or his fault. He was an easy target for most of his rage when he didn't have a clear path to direct it in, but in this situation he was much, much readier to funnel his incandescence into a needle point to drive right through Takuto Maruki's right eye.]

[Besides, Akira being such a lost puppy about everything made him hard to be vicious with. It was a little frustrating.]

Don't decide that for them. You're no better than Maruki if you do.

[He stands, moving to the bathroom to replace the first aid kit and then standing at an angle to continue to watch Akira as he astral projected on his bedroom floor. It's not exactly concern he's feeling, he thinks-- he's grateful, overall, that Akira was the one to remember and despite that, he still gave Akechi the chance to wake up on his own. He just doesn't like that it's left him bereft of his confidence and the spark of his personality that first made him alluring.]

[There are a few ways to fix this, he thinks, and they all require Akira to purge the stress and the self-hatred, the assumed blame, from his system. His eyes narrow, and he moves back out into the bedroom.]

We both need rest. Do I need to escort you back to Leblanc, or is cohabitation for the time being an acceptable compromise?