Akihito's always lived in the city. The harsh smells are a comfort to him and the sounds of traffic (both vehicular and foot) are like his white noise. He's long since grown accustomed to the bright streetlight that shines in his bedroom window just behind his blinds. So accustomed that he can't sleep when it's too dark. He grows anxious when it's too quiet. He'd never survive in the countryside.

Based on Atreyun's reaction to walking out of the bookstore, this isn't the kind of place he's used to. So Akihito's words serve as a warning. This is considered quiet around here. It'll get worse before it gets better.

Akihito delicately, gingerly reaches across the back of Atreyun's neck, hooking his other hand over the deity's shoulder as he's swept up off of his feet. His first thought is that this feels a little awkward, but it's quickly brushed aside in favour of how much of a relief it is to no longer be on his feet. Relief from pressure, temporary easing of some of his pain. Not awkward. Necessary.

"Okay. Um, go up that way-" His hand temporarily leaves Atreyun's shoulder to point up the street. "-past three traffic lights and then turn right." He pauses and then shifts a little to look up at the deity. "The traffic lights are the green ones up the street. They turn red and yellow too." He pauses briefly before adding, "I'm sorry if you knew that already."