[ b r e a k f a s t. He may not be giving off a very flattering image of himself in the asking and damned if Akira isn't setting himself up for complete humiliation. But hey, he's running on six hours of sleep in three days and caffeine and a zealousness in airing The Truth, so Akira could roll the dice on an engaging man and feel the anxiety and thrill beat as one high in his throat, pressing on the gorge. ]

I'd be interested in continuing our stimulating conversation, of course.

[ The sentence isn't without a curl of something other, a tiny but dense droplet that explodes and colors the ocean it was dropped into if given the chance.

Akechi's acquiescence dissolves some of the weight pressing inside his throat and Akira sighs with it, feeling his heart stutter back into a normal rhythm. ]

Nice, I'll get the chance to pay you back for the coffee. [ He rummages around in the small bag slung up on one shoulder, a thin white card pulled out between his fingers which he promptly turns over and writes something down on. ] It's not benefiting anyone to let go of the one person that can hold a conversation in this damn place.