[Just for a moment, Akira pauses; with his back turned to both of them, the scent of coffee blooming beneath his nose, he allows a furrow to spread between his brows.

Because isn't that just a little too familiar?

Don't those hit just a little too close to home? It's not like those aren't common jobs, but can there really be that many coincidences?

Akira lets it settle, sit, relax somewhere in his sternum. It could be a coincidence; Maruki could just be rattling off businesses he happened to pass on his commutes through Tokyo. Maybe, against all odds, Akira himself told Maruki about his part-time jobs. He can't see why he would continue being so vulnerable, but it seems there are many things he's told him that he never would to anyone else.

He gets out two mugs for coffee. His instincts prickle at the back of his neck, but he soothes them as best he can. Trust. He needs to have it, or at least take a step towards it.]

I appreciate it.

[He does. Even past his own strange feelings, he can still be grateful for it. That Maruki is working so hard to help him, even when Akira doesn't know him. That Eren would help him at all, when he has no reason to.]

These are the places I'll start, then. [His hands are steady as he pours. If there's something like a coffee shop, maybe even a teahouse- but on the other hand. It would be nice to keep that to Maruki's house for a little longer.] Even if they're not the same, they sound similar to a lot of the jobs I held back in Tokyo. And the things I don't know will be nice to learn.

[And it will. That, out of everything, will maybe be the most calming of all... To learn something new. To adapt.

The smell of coffee spreads to the rest of the room as Akira pours a cup for himself and Maruki, bringing it to the table.]