[He keeps his face held very carefully neutral, despite the fact that everything Akira says is pelting him like rain and soaking into his skin, hot and cold at the same time.]

[I think you're incredible echoes for a while in the suddenly vastly empty expanse of his brain.]

[He closes his eyes after a few seconds too long of them stinging.]

I'd be flattered if you weren't entirely off base. I'm not incredible, and I never have been. I'm just a very, very good actor. [He opens his eyes again and gives Akira a painfully rueful smile that looks a little like it hurts to maintain, and steps past him toward the genkan of his condo.] Let's go get our coffee.