[ waking up had been... almost a nightmare. He remembers falling asleep in some old, abandoned townhouse in a mostly-abandoned city in noman's land--one where the Plant keeping it sustained had long been taken away, its citizens having moved to a settlement that was easier to survive in. He was cold--more alone than he'd ever been, and yet somehow, able to sleep soundly.

When he'd opened his eyes to the almost gut-wrenching sight of his brother glowing and praying over him, it all came crashing back. He'd ... returned to that place. He'd left Kni, Wolfwood, Dante and all the others alone. Much like how Libra, Alberto, Garett --he'd left.
But he... came back.

He wasn't a fool to think those he'd left behind would be fine with his return. Like it'd never happened. He'd nearly worried Kni close to death, and the kid had finally passed out sleeping after a nearly two-day long vigil.

He's put a word out onto the network--a thank you to those who worried about him, but now it was time to face what was still the most important after kni: Dante and Wolfwood.

He comes out of the room where he'd been curled around Kni; the smaller plant not letting him go until he'd fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. His hair down and a mess of dark locks that cover part of his face with its lack of styling.

His fingers move to grasp the edge of Dante's coat. Wolfwood's nowhere to be seen inside the house--but he figures the man must be outside, smoking like a chimney. Or driving around on his bike to get the stress off.

He doesn't say anything right away. Merely giving Dante a sort of quiet, awkward smile as his fingers move; from gripping his coat, to pulling on it. Making sure he's there.

Making sure this is real. ]

I've had a lot of really vivid dreams, lately. It's hard to tell what's real and what's just another dream.

I'm really hoping this one's real.