[The laughter breaks the awkward topic up - rips it into metaphorical confetti by how miniscule it seems in the wake of man hunched over next to him, consumed by hysterics. A sound that might be contagious if Akechi wasn't contending with the brutal mind numbing sensation that happens when catching up with a horrific conversation.

Because that sure did JUST HAPPEN. That is a talk that occurred. He hates this goddamn world so much.

But now there's coffee in front of him - a smell that, coupled with quick sip, does more to calm his riled up ire than any crossword puzzle.

Okay - it's done. Over. They both have coffee. Night Sky and the dogs are gone and Akechi's back feels better pressed against the chair's until-

Make sure Vash knows breaks the silence and Akechi slowly, ever so slowly, ever so calmly, sets his cup back down to the table.

This fucking asshole.

He flips his phone over, fingering hovering against Vash's UN with clear intent to call him.]

Since you brought it up, feel free to do the honors, Maruki. You are a doctor after all. These conversations should be nothing for you.

[Come on, Mr. Doctor. Go ahead and say Zazie's name too - he dares you.]