Hamuko's expression softened the uneasiness and hesitation in his stance. Like the slow pouring of cold water over a burning wound, a temporary reprieve from the infection that was already making home in his heart. He finds himself curling one hand over his stomach- as if trying to put away the pain that nearly forces him to blink tears paired with Akane's raw declaration of how she regrets taking the hit for him.

Obviously he regretted that too. Akane should have never stepped out like this...he isn't worth all that saving.

It's been rough for far too long.

"Can it...there's no point boarding the ship now," he closes his eyes as he runs his hand over one of the scars barely reaching his lips- now splintering off his damaged mask. He knows once he goes to sleep it will be back to normal from there.

It's already sunk.

"...I appreciate you offering to talk to Akane, by the way," he says. "She will come around to you."

With that, he settles down and tends to his whiskey again with really nothing else to do. He really doesn't want to talk about his end of the deal...nor does he wish to talk about anything else.