[ A huffed breath of a laugh; touchstone objects as a way of accessing the cognitive world was a hypothesis he had pursued and dismissed in his research. Akechi can't possibly know that, but it is funny.
The cognitive world that Akechi has been to. Used his persona in. Maruki can't address it now, still too worn out, but he also can't forget. ]
Hilarious, yes.
[ Loath as he is to move again once settled, he does to go get a cup for himself. His movements are slow, deliberate. Left hand unsteady with the pot, in the way a non-dominant hand is, but he concentrates all his effort on not spilling a drop of coffee. A spoonful of sugar. Forget the milk, he doesn't want to deal with it right now.
Task done, he seats himself again and looks Akechi over. ]
You've held up well, then?
[ Curious in a friendly way, not overbearing. The instinct to mother hen is dulled by both his own pain and having seen Akechi at work. Some level of respect forged under duress – a new feeling for Maruki, if he's honest with himself. He's never had an ally in anything but moaning over coursework and caseloads before. ]
no subject
The cognitive world that Akechi has been to. Used his persona in. Maruki can't address it now, still too worn out, but he also can't forget. ]
Hilarious, yes.
[ Loath as he is to move again once settled, he does to go get a cup for himself. His movements are slow, deliberate. Left hand unsteady with the pot, in the way a non-dominant hand is, but he concentrates all his effort on not spilling a drop of coffee. A spoonful of sugar. Forget the milk, he doesn't want to deal with it right now.
Task done, he seats himself again and looks Akechi over. ]
You've held up well, then?
[ Curious in a friendly way, not overbearing. The instinct to mother hen is dulled by both his own pain and having seen Akechi at work. Some level of respect forged under duress – a new feeling for Maruki, if he's honest with himself. He's never had an ally in anything but moaning over coursework and caseloads before. ]