[It's a dull sort of ache he can't quite put his finger on when he recognizes that glove, and he moves away from the shelf and stays away from it the remainder of his curious wandering. Once Akira is seated on the couch as well he tries to look at anything but him, but winds up jolting every time his phone buzzes and makes that pleasant little jingling sound from his texts. It very nearly doesn't stop at some point, and he glances over with a grimace in time to recognize the group chat he was once a part of, feeling his insides plunged into cold again.]
[He slowly pats himself down for all his pockets, and stills when he reaches a breast pocket of his coat. He pats it twice, then reaches inside the coat to extract none other than his cellphone, and he looks about as bewildered by its existence as he looked about his own when he first walked through the door of Leblanc. He turns the same bewildered look to Akira, holding it up and then shaking his head.]
[He's not ready for anyone else to be contacting him, even remotely.] Undoubtedly uncharged and staying that way.
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[He slowly pats himself down for all his pockets, and stills when he reaches a breast pocket of his coat. He pats it twice, then reaches inside the coat to extract none other than his cellphone, and he looks about as bewildered by its existence as he looked about his own when he first walked through the door of Leblanc. He turns the same bewildered look to Akira, holding it up and then shaking his head.]
[He's not ready for anyone else to be contacting him, even remotely.] Undoubtedly uncharged and staying that way.