Robert finds it difficult to stay around people for long, too. He's done well enough, but there's still the warring reminder that he had tried to throw everything like this behind him, and as much as he's accumulating to being himself and not some sort of masked terror...

It can be hard. And occasionally drive him to just be alone. Not that it's much better, but it at least doesn't require him to wear another sort of mask.

So he walks. He deliberately distances himself from it all, walking through the courtyard, letting his mind wander a bit over the new situation and how he'll have to find a way to be comfortable in it, one way or another. He hasn't a choice, but he's made progress, hasn't he?

He thinks.

So caught up in thinking, he almost misses the sight and sound of a figure huddled off in the corner, and when it does process he almost walks right by. Not his problem, not his business, but is that...?

"...Akito?"