I don't know what I'm doing, either. [ Akira never actually knows what he's doing, he just does his best imitation of having his shit together and it seems to work out for him. Akira doesn't comment on the tears, because he thinks he understands; he thinks sometimes he's still overwhelmed by how many people care about him now, by how many people have faith in him. ]

We can figure it out together. [ A beat, and then: ] I brought you back on accident, but we can pretend it was on purpose. I'm not actually sorry about it.

[ Akira's voice is a little thick, like there's a swell of emotions lodged somewhere in his throat, but he doesn't acknowledge it anymore than the pricks in the corner of Akechi's eyes. ]