Ren squints, watching Akechi's mouth, trying to string together meaning from the shape of his words on his lips and what little be can hear.

"How's things...? Things are great. Thanks for—for a bleeding shitting fuck's sake, shut the motherfuck up," he snaps, because now his father is on his ass for his slimy, lying nature, as if Akechi was ever going to believe that when he fucking said it.

Telling them to be quiet has no effect. It never does. Ren doesn't even know why he bothered. In exhaustion, he takes Akechi's hand.