[Akira also lapses into (slightly awkward, all things considered) silence until their order is delivered, and he picks up his cup and lifts it to his lips with a small sigh. the blend isn't nearly as rich and robust as Leblanc's, but. . . it'll do. the smell itself is comforting enough for him right now, when the rest of him is abuzz with anxiety. over Akechi. over his own "death" (although part of him still refuses to acknowledge it as one). over none of the other thieves being here, when he knows they all suffered the same fate as him]
[a sharp exhale, and Akira lowers the cup of coffee back to the counter, gaze affixed on the murky liquid within]
no subject
[a sharp exhale, and Akira lowers the cup of coffee back to the counter, gaze affixed on the murky liquid within]
So.
[he's the one to break the silence]
I guess I should start with-- [Mementos? or. . .]
How are you feeling right now?
[something a little more personal?]