[ Maruki finally turns his attention back, watches him warp, drop, rewrap. Hears his words.

Looks up at his face, near enough that he doesn't have to squint too badly. The lamp throws harsh shadows on it, sure, but even without that– ]

Akechi. Take a break.

[ Gentle, but firm. And no less tired than how Akechi sounds. Looks. Is. They both need it. ]

Everything else is superficial. Seriously. You got the worst of it taken care of.

[ A beat, and then, with all the knowledge that he'll be brushed off: ]

And take the bedding that I have. You maniac.