( How many times has he replied to the younger boy with "are you all right?" It's the default, the instinct, the little dose of panic that sits in a tight ball at the base of his throat whenever it seems like Falco might be in some kind of trouble. The reply text comes almost too fast, like he was waiting for it — of course he wasn't, but his Omni sits at the ready near his hand, always. Just in case there's some kind of emergency. )
Falco? Hey, I'm here. You okay?
( He doesn't know about it being shared. This memory. It's only supposed to be his own nightmare, revisited for himself alone. )
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Falco? Hey, I'm here.
You okay?
( He doesn't know about it being shared. This memory. It's only supposed to be his own nightmare, revisited for himself alone. )