"All right, then. But if I find you've been sitting here miserable and alone, I'll be quite annoyed." Sure, Ren, he'll do whatever you want. He'll fetch a few things and put them in his own refrigerator, he thinks, just to have them on hand. It's just that Ren looks so unwell—he doesn't think unhappy; it's like sandpaper on Akechi's skin.

"Well," he smiles. "I need a few things myself, so I'll go to the shops either way. But then I'll be in all evening. Text if you need anything, even if you just want to talk."