[ That question earns the quirk of one brow. There's a faint smirk before he says in an overly-pleasant tone: ]

Contrary to belief, I don't think you're worth the trouble of beating a dead horse.

[ But it's... drained-sounding. On top of everything, dealing with Touma had been... well? Needless to say, Akira doesn't have much of that fiery anger left, more than he simply has the lingering bitterness and remnants of hate. Maybe even... some pity? After all this guy is pathetic, compared to what he once was.

Or maybe he always was this pathetic, and just hid it behind masks. Either way, Akira's releasing a heavy exhale, one hand firmly pressing to the back of his neck.. ]

... As shocking as it might seem, I walked over to ask how you're doing.