[ at that, Akechi seems to be a little relieved, like he's been let off the hook for the moment. he doesn't relax, because despite what Ren is saying, he should obviously want some sort of revenge given that he finally has the chance for it... but it's true that they have something else to worry about right now, and whatever revenge Ren and the other Thieves want, it won't be something as crass as executing him. they think they're above all that, so he has time.

even if Ren didn't take back what he said, it's gone now, as far as Akechi is concerned. ]

That's what I was saying in the first place...

[ well — no, he was saying that to try and avoid a conversation by pretending they had nothing to talk about. but that's his only passive-aggressive comment, and the fact that he moves on from there without another word makes it obvious: truce. he stops glaring at Ren, if nothing else, and arranges his expression into something neutral but focused.

the act he pulls up is less intended to be deliberately grating this time, more to compose himself than anything. it's plainly Crow; no-nonsense and self-motivated, capable of working in a team. it's not as though he has to conceptualise everything as a mask he's already worn before, but it makes things much easier, like closing the curtains and giving himself time to compartmentalise everything backstage, pack his thoughts and feelings away into tidy boxes that he doesn't have to deal with right now. ]

Let's see... Joker, knock on the wall; I want to see if any of them make a hollow sound. [ he taps on the wall he's backed up against to demonstrate; not the sound he's looking for, apparently, because he shakes his head. he doesn't even notice that he used Ren's code name like a reflex. ] If we can orient ourselves towards the door, at least we'll know what we're trying to open.

[ he's also checking over himself for anything that might have been left on his person, but — they've been picked clean, it seems. ]