It should be more than clear that Akechi's not okay. His whole being shuts down at the sound of another human, weary and even—can it be?—jaded.

But then their eyes meet. The bag of breadcrumbs tumbles to the ground as he gets up. "Hello, Ren," he manages. He wants to say a thousand things at once. "You scared my birds."

He's not going to cry, okay. He feels like he'd never hear the end of it.