[somewhat bashfully, Akira lifts a hand to twirl his fingers in is bangs, tugging lightly]

I don't know. If you asked him, he'd just call me a nuisance.

[a bit exasperated, a bit fond]

But he told me about the offer you made him, and that he still plans on coming home with me to turn himself in. [. . .] So maybe. . . somewhere deep down. . .

[he actually cares, too]