[Ah. He's made a mistake here, hasn't he? It's not as though he's unaware of Chuuya's budding feelings for him, but they were a dangerous matter. Something he was fairly certain Chuuya would never bring up in his own, and had even struggled with admitting when prodded by Mephisto. And for a time, Mephisto thought that was for the best. He can't return them, after all--]

[...]

Oh my-- soulmates? Now aren't you sweet.

[He doesn't stop himself from listening to a little impulse in his head telling him to run his hand up through Chuuya's hair -- a rather intimate gesture, from someone like Mephisto.]

Ah, but we should get you somewhere you can rest-- it must be exhausting, waking around like this, struggling to remember everything.