[Akechi hears it, in the process of drying off his face, and he presses himself to the wall like he's hiding, for a moment. Sae should in no way be more frightening than the rest of the Thieves. He never directly harmed her or her family. So he looks himself over in the mirror, straightening his tie, putting his gloves back on, making sure his hair is in place, and it's so disgustingly familiar-- it's exactly the routine he'd go through in dressing rooms before going out on a TV set. Not a hair out of place, his coat pressed and without wrinkles, his shoes shined enough you could nearly see your reflection in them.]
[Except that when he steps out of the bathroom, he doesn't school his expression quite enough, so he's just a touch paler than he was naturally, and he looks like he's spent half the day sleeping off an illness that sits deep in his bones, weighing him down. It's only there for a moment before he kicks himself, figuratively, and strides across the cafe to help her-- the box is full of his things, anyway, he belatedly realizes he should have had them offer to meet her somewhere so she didn't have to travel with it.] You'll have to let me pay for your taxi home, for all this, [Which is not exactly what he had planned to be the first thing he said to her after all this time, but there it is.]
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[Except that when he steps out of the bathroom, he doesn't school his expression quite enough, so he's just a touch paler than he was naturally, and he looks like he's spent half the day sleeping off an illness that sits deep in his bones, weighing him down. It's only there for a moment before he kicks himself, figuratively, and strides across the cafe to help her-- the box is full of his things, anyway, he belatedly realizes he should have had them offer to meet her somewhere so she didn't have to travel with it.] You'll have to let me pay for your taxi home, for all this, [Which is not exactly what he had planned to be the first thing he said to her after all this time, but there it is.]