[ The panic that slowly, unsteadily melts back into practiced calm – and then that request that feels so very young–

Akira doesn't have to ask. He never has to ask for a single thing again. Maruki would do anything, anything for him. ]

Of course.

[ As he turns to begin walking again, he swings the satchel off his shoulder, fishes the smart phone out. Taps a quick message as he speaks– ]

You don't have to apologize. I can only imagine how jarring all of this is. My own arrival is beginning to feel tame in comparison.

[ –and hits send.

Phone tucked away again, satchel back over his shoulder. Whatever Akechi replies with won't be seen. ]

If it's alright, though... I don't think I should stay once we get there. You two should have your space. I don't want to meddle.