...I don't really know. Not that long, I guess,

[He admits after a pause to think about it for a moment. Not that it was easy to really count the passing of time around this place, but at least he could think about how many times he'd slept, or how many shifts he'd worked- something like that.]

[Although, without Ren around, shifts worked was.... A little shakier....]

Maybe like, a couple weeks, or something? I mean, since I last saw you, I guess. Nothing's really.... changed, since then.

[He says that, but it feels like something has, within himself. In this span of time, feeling so rapidly like he was losing whatever little control he had, in this place- losing contact with Red, and then Lance, and then Ren and Akechi, one after another. Something in him snapped, like it had years ago when he felt his most feeble and powerless, childhood dreams slipping away into loneliness and regrets.]

[And here, there was even less to hang onto.]

[His cheek is pushed sullenly onto the bar counter as he sits, listening to the sounds and smelling the acridity of coffee as Akechi sets it to drip.]

Aren't you bothered to be here again? [He mutters out morosely, eyes rested on some point at the side of the bar.]