(There's a small smile that lifts the corner of his mouth. Nevermind that he doesn't see it the way Akechi put it - he's not being thrown, but instead, giving the other space in their room so that he can deal with the situation however way he sees fit. The way he sees is, Akechi is accepting the support, and Ren's taking it.
On the kitchen counter, the little portable stove still supports the pot Ren had cooked from earlier. The curry sitting in it is not his best - he did make it with leftovers, after all, but it should be good enough to sustain them before Ren can find them better ingredients. All Ren does is to light the fire, grabbing chopsticks to stirr.)
I didn't. At some point, it just happened. (As much as Ren would have loved to be a part of it - forcing the God to pull the plug on the nightmare.
But no. All he remembers is being there and then waking up under a pile of his most beloved.)
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On the kitchen counter, the little portable stove still supports the pot Ren had cooked from earlier. The curry sitting in it is not his best - he did make it with leftovers, after all, but it should be good enough to sustain them before Ren can find them better ingredients. All Ren does is to light the fire, grabbing chopsticks to stirr.)
I didn't. At some point, it just happened. (As much as Ren would have loved to be a part of it - forcing the God to pull the plug on the nightmare.
But no. All he remembers is being there and then waking up under a pile of his most beloved.)