[ Somehow, he's not surprised to hear him. Not just logically—he works here, the city is undermanned, of course Akira's around—but naturally it'd be a fellow thief that spots him first. It makes too much sense for no good reason at all, besides the fact that none of them are very good at leaving anyone well enough alone to stew in their own misery. As expected of his completely unreasonable, wonderful friends.
All the same, he doesn't want to alarm him any more than he already has, so he pushes Akira's hand away by the wrist. No need for that. His heart's still going strong, a little fast, if anything—he'll pull through fine, much as he looks and feels like death right now. ]
Mostly, yes.
[ It's easier to keep his own cool with Akira's composure to anchor onto, and he wastes no more time in trying to sit a little straighter, squaring his shoulders and holding up a hand as though to cut him off at the pass. ]
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All the same, he doesn't want to alarm him any more than he already has, so he pushes Akira's hand away by the wrist. No need for that. His heart's still going strong, a little fast, if anything—he'll pull through fine, much as he looks and feels like death right now. ]
Mostly, yes.
[ It's easier to keep his own cool with Akira's composure to anchor onto, and he wastes no more time in trying to sit a little straighter, squaring his shoulders and holding up a hand as though to cut him off at the pass. ]
...It looks worse than it is.