[Akechi follows him upstairs with a pinched expression, putting his bag of toiletries down and picking up the laundry he folded into the bag at some point, hesitating.] ...should I... We can drop this off and come back for it? Is Yongen quiet enough for that... Do you trust your neighbors? [He doesn't know how to function with the idea of trusting neighbors, actually.]

[Akira claims the scarf and Akechi's jaw snaps shut, because looking like a young-faced old man who has probably stolen a yacht is definitely a look for Akira, and he can't say he hates it.] You don't have to take me to lunch...