[it's me. warm, close, that unmistakable essence resonating with his own so strongly that it takes every ounce of restraint in him not to crush Eiden in the depths of it.

for a moment, he doesn't answer. can't answer. part of him still expects to wake up or something.]

You don't have to apologise.

[his voice wavers—he's no harder to read than he ever was. the concern for him pulls a smile to his face, and he finally lifts it to brush Eiden's hair back.]

I'm okay. I've been taking care of myself. I knew you'd be upset if I didn't... the others helped.

[it's spoken shyly, leaning his forehead to Eiden's. his heart aches as he takes in this moment.]

... it's your birthday already... I was sure I would have to miss it this year. I don't have a gift ready for you, but... I'm glad you're back.