are you hurting the one you love?

[stealhearted]

psst psst [clicks tongue for akechi, sets out curry as a treat]--

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[When your entire life structure was built around always having a plan, suddenly being made entirely incapable of having one was not something easily overcome. He had never been good with spontaneity, not to say he wasn't a quick-thinker. But there was no amount of quick-thinking that could sort him out with this one.]

[It was early March when he found himself wandering through the doorway of Leblanc. He didn't have an exact concept of time, or the date, despite wearing a watch which told him both, but he chose the same seat at the bar he'd always sat at without thinking, and was presented with a cup of coffee before he'd had a chance to stop marveling that he was sitting there at all and order one. Sojiro Sakura wasn't someone he ever expected to trust in any way, but the man brewed the cup and set it in front of him, only to return to his paper without a word, so he figured there was at least something to be said for that.]

[The bell on the door only chimed twice-- once for an elderly couple of regulars, and then again for the very Phantom that had drawn him here, and both times Akechi's cup rattled in its saucer with how he jolted in place. He knew Akira's silhouette from the corner of his eye well enough that he didn't have to turn when he came in, so instead he just took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his stool.]

Welcome home, [He said, and his voice sounded like a years-old cellphone voicemail recording, being played back like evidence. That made sense, he figured. He just hadn't figured out which crime he was being tried for.]