At least let me buy your coffee. If you have to drink coffee that isn't mine, you can at least have it for free. [ Akira steps back, releases his grip on Akechi. Akechi is -- the same; he won't accept the offer of comfort, but he doesn't reject it quite as readily as he once might have.

Akira wonders if it's because Akechi is realizing that Akira is, actually, not quite as put together as he seems.

Akira steps back to fetch the abandoned curry before stepping over to throw it away. Akechi's trash is very diligently sorted, and Akira wonders if that was him or his mother. ]

I'll wash this out.