this was not a time or the place to hallucinate with kagari, but hell it seemed real. maybe the habit was getting out of hand. " if you are here to tell me to take a break, I hardly see a place to take a break in this isolated section of the district. " tried to brush off kagari without realizing it might be the real thing.
a telltale shit-eating grin spreads from beneath the hood of his plain windbreaker. ‘ perfect place to take a break in my opinion. heh. ’ she’s different, he can tell – something in her eyes that was never there before. it makes kagari’s chest ache. and yeah, he knows better – knows his situation: the escape, the manhunt, the missing persons case, all of it. knows kogami. the hierarchy of all circumstances that surround him and akane in this very instance, rooted in the expanse of the abandoned district they now both stand in, feet apart and facing one another like time had shifted all the way back to … well, the beginning. but he’s stepping forward and tugging the hood off his head anyway, knows damn well she could turn a dominator on him and it’d all be over ------- maybe that’s exactly why he’s been avoiding akane’s gaze, but he’s still motioning toward her with a nonchalant shrug. ‘ s’been, what, a year and a half and not even a hi? i’m wounded, akane. ’