And also on the couch, just snapping off the TV, is the single most composed Akechi you have ever seen. Or, well, Crow can probably tell. Come to that, Ren likely can too.

He glances up as the two of them step inside, and offers a little wave in Ren's direction. The glasses. The hair. He is, abruptly, bitterly jealous, but smiles brightly. So you're the homewrecker, he thinks, bright and shining. If the kids weren't around, he'd have said it.

"Ren Amamiya. I've heard so, so, so much about you in just the last few hours." Smile, smile, and smile again. It works, sometimes.