[Akechi steps back against the wall, well out of Haru's and Ann's way. It's hard not to feel like this is something he isn't meant to be a part of, though he refuses to come out and say so. A muscle in his jaw tightens as he surveys the bags, the general cheer, and it would be a lie to say there isn't a part of him that wants to find a way to destroy it. He doesn't know if it's Loki, or just his own horrible brain, that makes him want to "accidentally" light one of Ren's Molotov cocktails just to see what would happen.

A muscle in his jaw tightens, then he glances down to Yoshizawa at his side. Her voice is low enough that it's obvious she's not trying to chastise him in front of the entire group.]

I don't feel bad, [he answers just as quietly, resisting the urge to sneer. He's not a child, throwing a tantrum because he feels awkward. But even still... the tense set of his shoulders eases somewhat as he looks back over the gathering in the small room.] Ren works very hard to keep the people around him in good spirits. I'm simply realizing that perhaps, there's more that should be done for him.

[And even that's a lot to say aloud, the unspoken implication that he needs to do more.]