He should have seen this coming.

The moment he had said yes to the body, he should have known that he would wake up to a day that Akane would question it all. He really has been naively clinging to that selfish hope that he will never have to rip out the bandage like that.

Somehow this was worse though. Akane herself had ripped out the bandage.

He stops when he feels Hamuko's presence coming close to him and he has to step back himself- away from the plush couch. ".."

When he hears her he blinks like he just woke up again, spacing out behind his cracked mask. Don't think about it.

"Oh no, don't be sorry," he waves his hand and releases a low hefty sigh like he actually was very bothered and depressed from this whole interaction. "She's just...at that age you know. Probably the whole quantum thing makes it worse." Why? Emotions were mostly out of the picture for him. His mind is swimming in drugs right now- why does it matter if Akane is mad at him.

Despite that he finds himself falling back to the wall and resting on it for a second, before settling down on the floor- one knee to the chest.