Ah yes, the dream. How could Ren forget, with the echoes of so many words still reverberating in his head, so many feelings tugging his heart in different directions. He nods.

“I do. We both said some things, in that dream.”

His heartbeat skips, but he doesn’t move when Akechi comes closer. This is good; this is what Ren wants. Better that they talk about this now than ignore it or push it around like a chess piece on the board until one of them cracks and explodes.

“Any conclusions, Detective?”