"We knew he wasn't well at home," Akechi replies quietly, still examining Ren's wrists and hands. "But now he's here, and ... somehow it's even worse."

He sighs again, straightening up. Though his Ren's presence has shocked him, he's still driven to seek distraction, and would honestly offer regardless. "Listen, my apartment is just across the street. Let me patch these up for you."

It's possible he just needs to do something for a Ren; any Ren. Plus, he really shouldn't be down here, no matter how confining his apartment felt.