[Give him a second - he startles a moment from the light sleep he was in, wiping his mouth before limping over to the door and opening it.
At the very least, he doesn't look so absolutely broken - absolutely tired, yes, but not broken - and he smiles down at her before going back inside to grab his wheelchair and wheel himself out, shutting the door as gently as he can behind him.]
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At the very least, he doesn't look so absolutely broken - absolutely tired, yes, but not broken - and he smiles down at her before going back inside to grab his wheelchair and wheel himself out, shutting the door as gently as he can behind him.]
Hey, Illya. Mind if we talk out here?
[Akira's still sleeping inside, after all.]