[He turns his attention to the tupperware as it's mentioned, regarding it for a long moment.] ...I'll refrigerate it for later, my current priority is sleep.

[He picks it up and starts moving toward the doorway, but takes two steps to the side instead, reaching up and setting his hand just below one of Akira's ears. His fingers curl carefully into the hair at the nape of his neck, his thumb resting at his tragus.] I know you aren't skilled at being open with things, but bottling up your current turmoil will only impede us, especially if we wind up having to do this alone. You aren't leaving until you're functionally presentable again.