[ Distracted by the box and a little tired after all that laughing, Endo doesn't fully process what Accelerator says — at first. He gets the gist, and it makes sense. Endo does come across as a guy with a taste for luxury, even when he's dressed down and hanging out with his gang. His street clothes may be simple but they're brand name, just like almost everything else he owns. Though Endo'll give him credit — it's surprising he managed to pick up on that with everything that's gone on today.

Once again, it proves Accelerator's been mulling Endo over in his head.

Instead of acknowledging that though, he pulls the phone of out the box. Black may be the safe choice, but it suits him just fine. He approves, and he also accepts the help, moving to hand over the phone when —

His brain, still not as sharp as it needs to be, finally catches up with the rest of what Accelerator said. ]

Wait a second.

[ He pulls the phone back before Accelerator can grab it, then makes a point of looking at him with wide eyes. ]

Did you just say you could afford it? Meaning, you bought it, even though I gave you my wallet?

[ This is a trap, and if Endo weren't on pain medication, he would let Accelerator walk right into it before the grand reveal, because that's how he normally rolls. But that edge of his? Still gone. His remaining impulse control? Probably laughed out of him. His mind? Too tired. He's off enough that he doesn't even allow all that much of a pause, his timing thrown completely out the window.

To make matters worse, he prefaces it with a serious: ]

Accelerator.

[ Then: ]

You wasted your money on me.

[ What was all that about Endo being a waste of money? All that stuff about how he definitely isn't jealous of Endo's women for keeping his attention and filling his pockets?

With a purchase like that, he might as well have handed over a credit card himself!

Endo may not survive another laughing session, but that won't stop him from beaming at Accelerator as though he's made his whole week. ]