[ There's no telling how much time passes before he hears familiar steps in the hall, water running in the bathroom, the scrape of his own heavy door.

Is he expecting it? Sort of. It wasn't like the meltdown after Sleepr where they clearly both needed to let sleeping dogs lie, and that has been the singular time that either he or Akechi have been good at leaving the other alone.

He props up with the arm that isn't so severely torn to ribbons, reaches over to turn on the lamp next to his bed and squints at Akechi. As if it's any other night where he decides to enter the room after a 2 A.M. text exchange. ]

I could say the same to you.

[ He's... roughly 80% sure he can't make out a bandage on Akechi's hand. ]

I'll be able to heal us in the morning, though.

[ He sits up anyway. Head still swimming, but less violently than before. Stomach almost settled. ]

I can take care of it. Have a seat and we'll both patch up.