[Thankfully, Akechi won't have to break in. It does take Guren the larger part of those couple minutes to limp downstairs and get to the door, though, and when he swings it open, it's clear how he works. His small request or offering of Akechi coming to help came with, of course, a horrible injury that left him nearly dead. That's just how far his desire not to be a burden goes.
But here he is, and Guren's glad to see someone else, even if his pride is being damaged with every helping hand. He knows it doesn't matter in the face of death.]
Hey.
[He's shirtless and bleeding through his bandages a bit already, they're on his chest, at his side, and he's bruised up, too. He shouldn't be walking, but here he is!
He moves to walk inside, gesturing that Akechi can follow him as he moves to the closest seat— the stairs.]
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But here he is, and Guren's glad to see someone else, even if his pride is being damaged with every helping hand. He knows it doesn't matter in the face of death.]
Hey.
[He's shirtless and bleeding through his bandages a bit already, they're on his chest, at his side, and he's bruised up, too. He shouldn't be walking, but here he is!
He moves to walk inside, gesturing that Akechi can follow him as he moves to the closest seat— the stairs.]