[Akira looks away from the coffee he's debating between to look over at Akechi. The wistful way he's looking at the television makes Akira feel nostalgic himself. Thoughtful.
It really was forever ago. Back before everything went to hell; back when he thought Akechi really was a good guy, if a little arrogant.
Back before he knew the pain he was truly in. Back before Akechi...
It was simpler then, though Akira didn't know it at the time. Sometimes he wishes he could go back.]
Sorry. [A shrug.] I have good reasons to distrust most police.
[Have, not had. He hopes Akechi doesn't read more into that than his faulty arrest.]
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It really was forever ago. Back before everything went to hell; back when he thought Akechi really was a good guy, if a little arrogant.
Back before he knew the pain he was truly in. Back before Akechi...
It was simpler then, though Akira didn't know it at the time. Sometimes he wishes he could go back.]
Sorry. [A shrug.] I have good reasons to distrust most police.
[Have, not had. He hopes Akechi doesn't read more into that than his faulty arrest.]