[There's no more left vitriol or fire to fuel his anger in him. To say he's tired or exhausted isn't even coming near to it, last time he felt anything like this was back in the engine room where he had screamed and laid himself bare for everyone to see. Now, luckily, there was only Akira. While he doesn't lean into the touch there's no denying that... he finds it comforting. Like Akira's keeping him still from spiraling down within his head.]
Speak for yourself, idiot. [The joke does help to dissolve the previous tension, directing them towards their usual bickering.]
no subject
Speak for yourself, idiot. [The joke does help to dissolve the previous tension, directing them towards their usual bickering.]
...Let's make another deal.