[Akira's here as well, watching Iwai crawl across the knuckles of his right hand, then up his arm and around his shoulders, then down the other until he's curled into the palm of Akira's left. he looks thoughtful, gaze distant. . . all the way up until Eliza speaks]
reset
[he glances up at blinks at her, brows raised]
. . . why are you asking?