[ ... He feels like he should say something that's some kind of reassurance. Not that he owes this guy (or... Akira) anything, but... ]

From what I could tell, Akira's a capable guy.

[ That... works??

... He tries to think of something better, but nothing's coming to mind. It probably doesn't help that the persistent ache is fucking with his ability to think straight. Anyway, he glances to the side for a fairly tense moment... then down to his shirt...

... then to his uninjured arm? He could... bite that, maybe? Sure he'll wind up piercing the skin instantly, but... ]

Don't worry about any scratches. I'm sure they'll have nothing on the worst injuries I've ever gotten.