[The voice doesn't reach him enough to wake him; he's heard it enough times in his dreams to let it just be that: dreams. It's when the darkness in front of his eyes suddenly turns to orange due to the light against them that he frowns, a mild wince, and turns his head towards the couch while trying to pull his arm away. There's a quiet little noise of displeasure when he finds that his arm won't move, and -
Finally, the voice registers. Though he still doesn't quite believe it's there, seeing how he squints his eyes open, but doesn't immediately look towards the voice.
How did she get in her? Does she needs his help? Maybe she figured out his real relation to her? That thought almost makes him not want to answer.]
Hmm?
[And then the words register.
"I'm back"?
Then he looks toward her, and... can't help just staring. It's been two months of trying to get used to not seeing her, then trying to get used to her with her memories wiped, and...]
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Finally, the voice registers. Though he still doesn't quite believe it's there, seeing how he squints his eyes open, but doesn't immediately look towards the voice.
How did she get in her? Does she needs his help? Maybe she figured out his real relation to her? That thought almost makes him not want to answer.]
Hmm?
[And then the words register.
"I'm back"?
Then he looks toward her, and... can't help just staring. It's been two months of trying to get used to not seeing her, then trying to get used to her with her memories wiped, and...]
Xion...? [He's not dreaming, is he?]