[She frets for a moment on where to sit, but he's clearly leaving space for her to sit next to him. On the bed. Alone.

Her face burns red as she tentatively sits down, clasping her hands tightly over her knees. She focuses on what he's saying instead, perking up a bit at the familiar names] Oh! I'm glad you met her too, she's really nice! And...I think I met Dazai-san too, he'd been drinking a lot... [SIGHS...

The distant look doesn't go unnoticed. Sumire is quiet as she looks at him, hesitating. If what they've said is true, then Akira must be from after Akechi... Well. She doesn't know what to say. Her heart aches.]

...It's nice to see him again. Are you two, um... Doing okay?