[Ren is not so much resting in the van as he is lounging in the back portion, rear doors open for airflow, puzzling through a crossword. The thump on the roof could be anything, but Ren is not especially concerned, or at least not outwardly. If something’s here to attack him, might as well get it over with.]
[Wise? No, probably not, but Ren has dialed up the recklessness a bit as of late. A detective of Akechi’s skill can certainly see hints of this in how Ren’s knuckles are bruised and his bottom lip has a healing split.]
Oh … hey.
[He nods at Akechi, expression impassive. Now that those weird empathy overdrive effects have faded, he’s back to his usual masking. Maybe the masking’s a bit tighter, so as to keep the anxiety over how they left things when they last talked under wraps.
The glasses are back on his face too, not doing a great job of hiding the dark circles under his eyes. Ren pushes the glasses up his nose. Now that Akechi has sought him out, Ren’s not sure if it’s worse than the waiting.]
[Ren huffs a dry almost-laugh. Classic Akechi. He’s not wrong, though. Ren does look like shit. He feels like shit too. And he’s definitely not touching the keeping you waiting thing.]
Nice to see you too, Detective. Actually - I’m glad you stopped by, I have something for you.
[Ren flips the crossword book and pencil to the interior of the van and turns to the dark blue shoulder bag at his side, digging around the interior and retrieving two packets of Takemedic from within. He holds them out for Akechi to take.]
[He has one dose left. And he’ll probably end up giving it to someone else he thinks needs it more, because that’s just how Ren is.
Ah. Here we go. Preemptively, Ren’s heart drops into his stomach. Best to just get this over with. He told Akechi he’d support whatever decision he made, and he intends to stick to that, no matter how much it will hurt to be rejected. Ren retrieves the pencil from the van’s floor and sets to twirling it absently through his fingers]
[Ren moves to the side to make space for Akechi, kicking his legs out over the edge of the bus to dangle aimlessly while he sits, slouched. He already feels defeated.]
I told you, I don’t expect anything from you.
[Ren sighs and rubs at the side of his head, where it’s begun to throb.]
Look, can we just forget I said anything? It was stupid. Like you said, dreams are irrational. I don’t know why I even brought it up.
[Because it needed to be said, Arsène unhelpfully interjects from the back of his mind. Ren frowns.]
[Nor does he want to, if he's being truly honest with himself.
But that's the tricky thing. Honesty isn't exactly his strong suit.]
You have such an annoying habit of putting everyone else before yourself. That night, you actually took some initiative on your own behalf, so why take it back now?
[And he’s afraid that will be the result of his dream-spawned episode of raw honesty. That he’ll want too much, and Akechi will leave because of it. Ren knows how Akechi is, that he desires freedom above all else. How can Ren be happy if he stands between Akechi and the thing he wants most?]
I’d rather just be your rival than nothing at all.
[Though, perhaps that's his own damn fault. He's made a rather frustrating habit out of disappearing, between the engine room and the aftermath of Maruki's reality.]
Though I suppose I can see why you'd come to that conclusion. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary for me to discard someone before they can discard me.
[He folds his arms, staring out through the open back of the van.]
...But I am trying not to fall back on old habits.
[Oh … OK, that makes a lot more sense. It’s not Ren himself that was the cause for Akechi’s spikes of fear, but what he was offering. It’s not hard to see where he misread the signals.]
Not a coward at all. Someone who’s been hurt over and over and doesn’t want to get hurt again. I just thought - the way that dream started - [with the violent stabbing] - you were afraid I’d hurt you like everyone else has. I don’t want that.
[Ren feels a bit stupid for not figuring that out until it was pointed out to him. It’s an uncomfortable truth to accept, but he accepts it all the same.]
You’re a lot less deranged than you used to be, you know.
[Ah yes, there he goes using humor to ease the tension. His trusty default tactic. It’s only part joke, though - Ren can never forget the absolutely broken way Akechi laughed and screamed in the engine room.]
[Of course Akechi would frame that dream violence in context to the first time he tried to murder Ren. Classic Akechi thinking. Ren leans back on his hands and tips his head toward the other teen.]
Are you ever going to forgive yourself for that? [It’s gentle, but still challenging.] I did a long time ago. You should too.
[Ren truly harbors no hard feelings over the attempted murder, or any of the other awful things Akechi’s done. He knows Akechi saw the error of his ways in the engine room, and he took steps toward setting things right afterward. He’s not the same person he used to be - Hereward is evidence of that, if nothing else. Akechi was a victim too, and he changed his own heart of his own volition. That’s more than many can claim.]
“Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.” If that’s true, I’d say your freedom here isn’t an illusion at all.
Says the guy who quoted Hegel at me the first time we met.
[Second time, technically, unless they’re counting the filmed debate about the Phantom Thieves, which would make Hegel their third interaction. But really, who’s counting. The crooked grin shifts to something softer, more serious.]
I know you don’t. But you should still try. It gets easier with practice.
[Kindness is a skill, learned and leveled up like any other. Ren believes Akechi can learn how to be kinder with himself. Maybe he just needs to be shown how.
Maybe that starts with honestly answering his earlier question, without the evasion and panicked backpedaling. Ren quietly sighs and stares out into the distance.]
You keep asking me the same question and expecting me to say something different. My answer won’t change. I don’t expect anything from you, Akechi. I don’t even expect you to feel the same way about me.
[How does he even respond to that? It's just so... generous. Accepting.
Yet again, everything Akechi could have dreamed of, but nothing he deserves.]
Well, I never said that I didn't.
[Even admitting that is... difficult, but there's no sense in being dishonest. No one else is listening. He owes Ren for so many things, most recently his lack of any meaningful communication.]
But you understand that such... sentiments hardly come naturally to me.
[Akechi has been more than clear about his dislike for sentiment. Expression of feelings is vulnerability, and vulnerability means leaving yourself open to being hurt. Not hard to see why he wouldn’t be a fan.
So, a different approach is needed. Instead of feelings, maybe a focus on actions will be easier for Akechi to tackle.]
What do you want from me? Other than the rematch, that’s a given. Or, if it’s easier, what do you not want from me?
[Slightly hypocritical, yes, given that Akechi is the one who’s left Ren behind more than once. And though it’s a direct answer, it’s still ambiguous in the broader context of what they both want from the nature of their relationship.
But it’s a start. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was Ren’s previous bond with Akechi. Stay. Ren can do that. He turns to face Akechi with a smile ghosting his lips and nods.]
Let’s make a deal. [Akechi has always responded well to those.] I promise to stay, if you’ll do the same.
[Simple enough terms, and it leaves them on even footing. Ren holds out his left hand for Akechi to shake if he finds the proposal agreeable.]
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