[well. . . he supposes he can't play stupid forever. Akechi had always been sharp. so much sharper than Akira had ever noticed, even while knowing that the detective had ulterior motives from the very beginning. he doesn't immediately respond, light flashing opaque in his glasses lenses]
[. . .]
[he finishes his first sip and places the glass back on the table, fingers running across the edges, collecting the condensation from the atmosphere]
Would you believe me if I said "neither?"
["concerned" isn't right. neither is "anxious," really]
no subject
[well. . . he supposes he can't play stupid forever. Akechi had always been sharp. so much sharper than Akira had ever noticed, even while knowing that the detective had ulterior motives from the very beginning. he doesn't immediately respond, light flashing opaque in his glasses lenses]
[. . .]
[he finishes his first sip and places the glass back on the table, fingers running across the edges, collecting the condensation from the atmosphere]
Would you believe me if I said "neither?"
["concerned" isn't right. neither is "anxious," really]