[it's. . . such a grandiose fantasy that Akira can't help but laugh an endeared laugh, breathless and maybe just a bit wistful. that actually sounds pretty nice. both the "kidnapped back to Tokyo" and "Ryuji hanging out with him back home" flavors of that dream]

Wanna know a secret?

[he asks, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial level as he shifts so he's facing Ryuji properly, legs crossed and elbow propped on his knee]

The first two months Ann and I were here without you, I missed you like burning, too.

[it isn't quite the same as what Ryuji is talking about, but it's close enough. and another part of him misses the other thieves who aren't here as well, of course-- Mona, Haru, Futaba, Yusuke, Makoto. but he's long since accepted that Ryuji has a special place in his heart, somewhat separate from the rest of the group. a place that beats just a little faster when he hears the words I really missed you]

Soooo. . . I'm thinking, when we get back home from our world-jumping adventures with Astoria, we should make plans.

[and he wags his brows a bit to emphasize the word plans]