[He just looks tired, because of course Akira finds him impressive. He didn't exactly expect much else. They're sort of both figuring out how best to navigate one another in their respective exhausted states, and Akechi isn't surprised that Akira is trying to be delicate with him, though he is surprised he's making some form of attempt to return the favor.]

[He doesn't stop himself from repeating Futaba's assessment, regardless.] Robin Hood is a manifestation of my lies. Loki is likely a truer form of my spirit of rebellion, but to the end of Robin Hood representing lies, Loki would, by extension, represent rage. It's never been a delicate thing, but Robin Hood is the only reason I made it as far in deception as I did. [He doesn't mention that Robin Hood is what he wanted to be. The depiction of a Hero he envisioned since childhood. He doesn't allow himself the notion that having both means there's enough of that actually within him to have presented him with powers in regard of it.]

[Carefully, he shifts his weight to one foot, and lets it align his body so he leans just slightly against Akira's shoulder. It's an odd impulse, and he isn't sure if it's more for his own benefit or Akira's.] Six hours is a preposterous amount of time to spend cooking.