[ having ryo tell him goodnight, like all this is normal or at least not completely abnormal, does get a reaction out of him. he shifts under the blanket, turning to look at ryo with that same distant focus as before—staring, as he does, until not even he can stay awake any longer.
his own dreams are of nothing at all, possibly because the sleep he does get is somehow deep and restless at the same time. he wakes up feeling worse, in some ways, but he looks better.
by the time the morning filters into ryo’s room, dextera is clearly dextera. he’s still pale, desaturated as many were during the incident with the shadows, but his body is returning to him in stages. he still feels… empty, though. he feels like someone else. ]
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his own dreams are of nothing at all, possibly because the sleep he does get is somehow deep and restless at the same time. he wakes up feeling worse, in some ways, but he looks better.
by the time the morning filters into ryo’s room, dextera is clearly dextera. he’s still pale, desaturated as many were during the incident with the shadows, but his body is returning to him in stages. he still feels… empty, though. he feels like someone else. ]
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[ …right. he’s in ryo’s room. ]