Yet again Ren emerges from the zoo with his hands covered in scratches and the sleeves of his overshirt torn, only to find an Akechi sitting on that same damn bench. But before the complicated hatred and hurt That Akechi causes can really bubble to the front of his mind, he takes in the posture and the hint of sweater vest he can see beneath the jacket and comes to a different conclusion.

"Hey, man," he calls as he approaches, as much not to startle Akechi as anything else. Ren fucking hates being startled. "Been a while."