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HELLO

"..."

GOODBYE

TEXT | VIDEO | VOICE | ACTION

[And here he was, trying to be polite by not saying anything.]

No comment. It is not my business to speak on others' private lives.

[ Okay, that's fair. It's also the answer that Hien expected. Which... Hm. ]

"Alright. Thanks, Yuma."

[ To Hien, Yuma has stopped to become a full wax statue now.

"These hallucinations are so in-character..." ]

Hm?

Hien, do you suspect me of being a hallucination?

"Kinda...? I can hear your voice, but your mouth isn't moving."

[ Just replies to "disembodied" voices like it's perfectly normal. He's not even looking at Yuma, because he's looking at something else instead. Even though, to Yuma, there's nothing there. ]

[Indeed, there's nothing but flowers and empty space when he follows Hien's line of sight.]

It sounds visual in nature. Can I touch you?

"Sure."

[ Hien stands there obediently, waiting for any physical contact. ]

[He reaches out to put his hand on Hien's right upper arm.]

Do you feel that?

[ Hien looks to his right side where Yuma is touching his right upper arm. ]

"... Yeah."

[ He sure is seeing something. Thoughtshare blasts a disembodied waxed statue arm grabbing at his right upper arm, even though all Yuma did is just put his hand on it. ]

[Well, this makes more sense than the kissing. Yuma doesn't move, disorienting as the shared mental image is.]

That isn't quite it. All I am doing is resting my hand on you.

[He concentrates on a single thought—on his own senses to return his perception of the moment into Hien's mind.]