It's on the house. [ It's just leftovers,so it isn't as though it'll infringe on Sojiro's profits, the existence of which is still in some degree of doubt. The curry is starting to simmer, the smell gently wafting up, and it leaves Akira without anything to do with his hands for the next ten minutes, so he goes back to the counter.
It's surreal, to be standing behind the counter again when Akechi is seated at it, but Akira can tell there's no degree of surreality that makes this a dream. ]
You can stay here. [ A beat, and then Akira offers more words than he usually does at one time -- ] I know you don't want to, but it's a safe place to get your bearings.
[ And, of course, it isn't like Akechi has a choice, at the moment. He can't leave. He can't leave Akira, which is as baffling as it is convenient for one of them. ]
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It's surreal, to be standing behind the counter again when Akechi is seated at it, but Akira can tell there's no degree of surreality that makes this a dream. ]
You can stay here. [ A beat, and then Akira offers more words than he usually does at one time -- ] I know you don't want to, but it's a safe place to get your bearings.
[ And, of course, it isn't like Akechi has a choice, at the moment. He can't leave. He can't leave Akira, which is as baffling as it is convenient for one of them. ]