[ If anything's trespassing on his rest, it's the nightmare, not Akira. Yusuke curls up his legs, resting his chin on his knee to gaze down at him, heart still beating unpleasantly quick in his chest.
At least it means he doesn't have to rub away any sleepy-eyed bleariness, startled to full wakefulness in an instant. Since it seems that Akira might still be too sluggish to explain himself without a little prompting— ]
Did you get lost? [ It's asked with an uncommon wryness, for him. ] You have your own room now.
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At least it means he doesn't have to rub away any sleepy-eyed bleariness, startled to full wakefulness in an instant. Since it seems that Akira might still be too sluggish to explain himself without a little prompting— ]
Did you get lost? [ It's asked with an uncommon wryness, for him. ] You have your own room now.
[ That can't be comfortable... ]