Chuuya doesn't miss it. It's the kind of reaction he's trained to look for, a martial artist's instincts, spotting weaknesses and openings. He doesn't say anything, though. His hand stays where it is for a few seconds, never more than that same light touch, before he drops his arm back down as if everything about this is normal. And it should be, he thinks. He feels familiar anger in his gut building as he thinks about Dazai.

"And we will find allies. As long as the Port Mafia has a single loyal member left, we will always come back strong." He means it as a compliment, because Akutagawa needs more of those. "I know I can count on you, Akutagawa."