[Akira pauses, and then he grins a little, throwing over his shoulder:]

Present company excluded, of course.

[Hopefully, Akechi takes that at face value; Akira is extending this truce in full, no matter their past.]

You did say we were fated to meet... You've said that more than once.

[He lines up the coffee bags neatly on the counter, ready to be transferred to the box whenever Akechi is done, with a quiet efficiency.]

Maybe it wasn't so unexpected after all.