[ The fist slam on the counter startles him a little, but he remains neutral as he carefully approaches Akechi. He thinks, he might have fucked up there, moving things along too quickly when Akechi is clearly not ready for any of this. And Ren understands, but there's a largely selfish part of him that still wants him to remain there anyway. There's so much they have to catch up on, after all.
He sighs. ] I don't.
So help me figure you out. [ He's tempted, then, to reach out, lay a hand across his, but ultimately decides against it. He's not ready for it, probably. ] Help me understand you.
[ Akechi decided to come here. He came here first, so there must be something he's chasing after. A memory, perhaps. That's why he'd come in the first place. ]
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He sighs. ] I don't.
So help me figure you out. [ He's tempted, then, to reach out, lay a hand across his, but ultimately decides against it. He's not ready for it, probably. ] Help me understand you.
[ Akechi decided to come here. He came here first, so there must be something he's chasing after. A memory, perhaps. That's why he'd come in the first place. ]