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[book2thehead]

[What.

His eyes widen, just watching him in the kitchen while he tries to process things.]

Days?? How many days, exactly?

[threebetrayals]

An entire month. It's midnight on New Year's Day.

[book2thehead]

[And he just......... stares.]

... Didn't Venti also fall asleep for a long time before?

[threebetrayals]

And? An archon sleeping that long isn't unheard of.

[And you, sir, are a human.]

[book2thehead]

But because I'm not an archon, you thought I might wither up in my sleep, hm?

[threebetrayals]

Surely you've heard of a coma, Heizou.

[book2thehead]

Of course I have~ But we're also in a dream world. I'm sure I would've disappeared from here completely before dying while in a coma~

[threebetrayals]

Whatever. Sit up, you have soup.

[He just has to heat it up. Soon enough the smell of the beef and vegetable soup Wanderer made wafts through the air.]

[book2thehead]

[Heizou sits up, propping his head up with one arm while he watches. It does smell delicious.]

...You were really worried about me.

[It's not a question. But he does sound surprised.]

[threebetrayals]

Did I say that?

[It needs to heat up faster, but at least while it does he can avoid looking at Heizou.]

[book2thehead]

You didn't have to.

[Honestly, Wanderer. Have you met Heizou?]

...Why?

[threebetrayals]

Why what?

[Yeah, they're playing this game.]

[book2thehead]

[Well. If that's how Wanderer wants to play it...]

Why were you worried I might die in my sleep?

[threebetrayals]

Because humans do that.

[book2thehead]

They do. They're fragile like that.

Would it be a problem if it was me, specifically?

[threebetrayals]

What the hell kind of question is that?

[He serves up some soup with a sigh.]

Is it a problem, if it was a problem?

[book2thehead]

[To the first question Heizou just smiles and tilts his head, still watching Wanderer like he's studying him.

To the second... his gaze falls on the bowl of soup instead.]

It's not a problem. It's just a surprise.

[threebetrayals]

Well then, everything's fine. Drink that slowly so you don't make yourself sick.

[book2thehead]

[His smile goes just a bit more genuine as he accepts the soup, then quickly adjusts himself so there's space for Wanderer to sit next to him.]

I feel fine, you know. Even though it really is sweet of you to show how much you care~

[threebetrayals]

[He doesn't sit, either because he doesn't notice or because he's too busy putting the rest of the soup up.]

You might think you feel fine, but if you tried to walk you'd probably fall over.

[He's ignoring that last part, because he can't. really. deny it? But he doesn't want to say shit.]

[book2thehead]

[He'll wait for him to come sit, then.

Though maybe that's also because he's back to staring again, watching. Because the fact that Wanderer isn't trying to deny it or calling him an idiot is definitely a big deal.]

...Man alive. It's really been a whole month, huh?

[threebetrayals]

I said that, didn't I? You can ask Venti or Buer if you doubt me.

[book2thehead]

Oh, I don't doubt you! It just feels like something's... changed.

[His head tilts.] Did you miss me~?

[threebetrayals]

Did I say that?

[book2thehead]

[There's endless amusement in his eyes as he smiles.]

Well, you're in my home past midnight with homemade soup while I've been asleep for a month~