[His hand on the strap of the gym bag tightens when Akira makes his claim for going upstairs, and Akechi almost protests. But that's... that's Akira's way of telling him something, maybe-- of a subtle push so Akechi will actually talk to Sae like he's always done. He knew Sae before he knew any of them, after all...]
[He looks from Akira to the bar, to Sae's back. And then almost dutifully, he moves to sit with a chair between them, the duffel still carefully secured against him. He's pretty sure he knows what's in it, from the weight of it and the way there's a solid rectangle cushioned by clothes. It's the thing he's least prepared to open. He folds one arm to rest his elbow against the counter while Akira ascends to the loft with the box of his other items, still keeping one against the strap of the bag.] ...thank you, truly. For keeping these things, and for bringing them.
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[He looks from Akira to the bar, to Sae's back. And then almost dutifully, he moves to sit with a chair between them, the duffel still carefully secured against him. He's pretty sure he knows what's in it, from the weight of it and the way there's a solid rectangle cushioned by clothes. It's the thing he's least prepared to open. He folds one arm to rest his elbow against the counter while Akira ascends to the loft with the box of his other items, still keeping one against the strap of the bag.] ...thank you, truly. For keeping these things, and for bringing them.