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[Hers are closed; she's been waiting for this moment for so long that she's fallen asleep in her chair (again). Only-- wait, no, she's waking up, too, and just in time. Naminé rubs her eyes briefly before looking over toward him, expecting to see exactly what she has every time before--]

[Is she hallucinating?]

[h-hn. He sits up, almost groggily. This seems so familiar...]

[She can only stare, holding her breath. ~~If she says something will she wake up and find out it's just a dream?~~]

[He shakes his head to clear it a little. Huh. Hey, when did he get here? And-]

... Naminé?

[Why do you look so worried.]

... V-...Ven?

[Because you've been comatose forever, you dope. THAT NEVER ENDS WELL OKAY.]

[AT LEAST YOU'VE DONE ONE RIGHT THIS TIME?]

... what's wrong?

[AT LEAST.]

[She starts to smile, but it gets lost somewhere.]

I--

[She's happy to see him awake, so much so that she can't seem to wrap her mind around the idea, but at the same time, there are so many other things on her mind; things she remembers, things she didn't remember before but realized somewhere in that month, things she wishes she never found out--]

I-I'm just so glad that you're awake...!

A... wake? What do you mean? I just went to--

[... sleep. ... Oh no.]

....

[All traces of that smile are gone now. She's pausing to give him a moment to remember on his own ~~it's easier that way~~.]

[And he's suddenly inspecting himself. Wait, is he okay now--]

[About as much so as possible. ~~His heart is kind of tricky to work with.~~]

...How do you feel?

I'm... okay, I guess.

[Better than not okay.]

Do you... remember what happened?

Kind of. I remember asking you to fix my head, at least. How long has it been?

--....

...Almost two months.

What?!

[She cringes, shutting her eyes.]

I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I tried my best, but-- I-- I couldn't... I did it as quickly as I could...!

What? No, I'm not blaming you! I'm actually happy you got me to wake up faster!

[She opens her eyes.]

W-- what? But.... [What is your idea of slow, Ven? Twelve years? ...Don't answer that.]

Well, me falling asleep isn't really something new, I guess...

Two months is still--....

[A long time, but nothing compared to....]

[Oh, she knows. That look on her face? It's a lot like that look his friends kept giving him back in World's End. She's learned a lot these two months.]

... still?

[...A long time to be without him, or to be trapped there trying to save him, or to spend seeing parts of his life she wishes she hadn't, or to be stuck with nothing but her own unpleasant thoughts. She's a bit worse for wear, and may actually have lost a tiny portion of what little weight she had in the first place. ~~There's no time to eat when you're working that hard, what are breaks.~~]

...That's still a long time.

[He notices the additional weariness and frowns, starting to get out of bed. his limbs are shaky from lack of use.]

... you look sadder than usual.

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