He feels worry thread its way through his chest. Whether it's for Haru, or Akechi, or both of them... Akira can't really say. His fingers lock, frozen with the words that his chest aches to type. Do you want me to come stay somewhere nearby, or Would you like me to talk to him, tug him in each of their directions. But there's still a feeling that's stronger than anything else, presiding over all.]
I didn't realize. I can see why it would by hard to sleep.
[I trust you, Haru.
He trusts her, and she will be alright, and that's why Akira can do what he's always done.]
If you want to talk about him, I'm here to listen.
[He is meant to guide, to stand as a pillar.
He does not need to interfere, because Okumura Haru has always been strong enough to save herself.]
[ It's in the way her heart skips a beat as she reads Akira's response that makes her do a double-take.
She looks over at Akechi, who's busy on his phone, and maybe stares at him a little longer than she intends to. He might sense it, but she rips her gaze away from him to look back down at the words on her screen, face flushed in the dark. ]
He doesn't sleep much, does he? Even now, he's still on his phone. I kind of wonder what keeps him up so late.
[ But it keeps her up. She's not used to being a night owl and the sticky, wet heat of the hotel suite doesn't help. ]
It's... somewhat uncomfortable. Sharing a room with him. We already do not see eye-to-eye on the trial.
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All of a sudden, a lot more makes sense.
He feels worry thread its way through his chest. Whether it's for Haru, or Akechi, or both of them... Akira can't really say. His fingers lock, frozen with the words that his chest aches to type. Do you want me to come stay somewhere nearby, or Would you like me to talk to him, tug him in each of their directions. But there's still a feeling that's stronger than anything else, presiding over all.]
I didn't realize. I can see why it would by hard to sleep.
[I trust you, Haru.
He trusts her, and she will be alright, and that's why Akira can do what he's always done.]
If you want to talk about him, I'm here to listen.
[He is meant to guide, to stand as a pillar.
He does not need to interfere, because Okumura Haru has always been strong enough to save herself.]
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She looks over at Akechi, who's busy on his phone, and maybe stares at him a little longer than she intends to. He might sense it, but she rips her gaze away from him to look back down at the words on her screen, face flushed in the dark. ]
He doesn't sleep much, does he? Even now, he's still on his phone. I kind of wonder what keeps him up so late.
[ But it keeps her up. She's not used to being a night owl and the sticky, wet heat of the hotel suite doesn't help. ]
It's... somewhat uncomfortable. Sharing a room with him. We already do not see eye-to-eye on the trial.