With the bus still rattling along, Akito's careful when he stands up, propping himself up with one hand. It makes it easier for him to reach across his seatmate for the window, gives him more room to maneuver without having to get too close. Even if he offered to help her out, he'd still rather keep his distance.

It takes a few moments of fiddling with the lock - the mechanism is maybe a little jammed, or maybe the bus's constant swaying makes it hard to keep applying the right kind of pressure - before it pops open. And ne hard shove from him opens the window enough to let in a gust of air. It's not much cooler than the bus's interior, but at least it's air that's moving. When he drops back into his seat he looks a little more cheerful thanks to his success. Just a little.

"Better?"