He accepts the glasses and once again puts them away, mulling over the words. It's enough to make Akira's heart twist up in his chest for two very different reasons—knowing that it's something reserved for a select few feels nice, but more than that, he wishes Akechi could have that sort of relationship with more people.

"I like it, too." His hands go back into his pockets.

There feels like more he can say here. Akira tip-toes the line, although just for a flash of consideration, before he continues, encouraged by the comfortable atmosphere between them right now. "I'm grateful you gave me the chance to. I know I... wasn't the best friend," he finishes after waffling on the wording. It's kind of an understatement.