[Fully lucid or not, there is one thing that strikes Aubrey as off:
[“I find myself drawn to you.” “I’m enjoying it here most of all.”
[Is he kissing her ass?]

Yeah… I guess it’s nice. Despite how it started. [“Nice.” Melancholy, too, for her. But it doesn’t show in the world; only in how she says the word, “nice,” a sorry consolation. She really doesn’t have the mind to linger. Strangely, it’s not a wholly unfamiliar feeling. Was that split really only two months ago?

[Time doesn’t matter here, maybe. There’s only forward.]

[Not far off the shore is a red-checked blanket, though the basket is missing. Flowers are strewn across like a family picnic. Only two people are left.
[Aubrey seats herself, and motions for Akechi to join her. For the moment, the rest of the landscape is still.]

I’m tired of fighting. [She picks idly at a few stems, playing with the idea of weaving them. Doesn’t commit just yet.] You must be— I mean, we’re both from normal worlds, right? Even as a detective, you probably didn’t have to fight.

[The run-in with Danger implies as much. But that doesn’t sound right, either. He kept them safe....]