Through the haze of rushing blood and electrified senses, Omi thinks he hears Akaya speak. Goodness knows what the exact words were, but he's pretty sure he understands all the same.

He takes a few breaths and lets himself flop to the floor beside Akaya, his hand shifting to cup Akaya's cheek. He grins cheekily with an energy in his eyes that undermines the signs of fatigue in his body.

"Top that..."