[oh, you're coming, cool . . . not actually rushing, just going to a nice, private place in a somewhat casual manner, and also enjoying the act of breathing. leaving the door to his room open for akira (thoughtful) and pausing when he puts the bottle on his desk, thinking]

How irredeemable am I to you?

[glancing at Akira then going to pouring, one glass with two fingers of whiskey]