[When she says she's all right, he holds onto her for just a little longer before finally letting go, giving her as much space as she might need. His hand moves, lingering on her arm for just a little longer before he drops it back onto his lap. Even if he wanted to hold on for a little longer, he didn't want to suffocate her either.

The name rings a bell. He hadn't met Akechi in person yet but he'd seen and written to him over the journals maybe once or twice. Knowing that he had a hand in the death of Futaba's mom leaves a bad taste in his mouth. But if she was going to vouch for him, Beat knew that he would have to hold back around him.

He may not know the whole story but if he was a victim too, Beat shouldn't hold what he had in the past against him.]

I'mma try not to. If you say he's aight... then he's aight by me too. [A pause.] But if he messes with ya, you better tell me, aight?

[Okay, so maybe he might be a little overprotective.

He glances down at his hands for a quick moment before looking up, slowly meeting Futaba's gaze.]

Thanks for tellin' me, yo. For trustin' me.