"He's... well." If Kaoru's tone was a touch perplexed, it was because he still was, slightly. He couldn't help it, though Seimei's hug definitely helped. "Perfect, even. He didn't show any sign of remembering. Even when I hinted..."

And his hints had hardly been light, his talk of "Weird Dreams" yet with rather specific memories. When Hikaru had laughed and shrugged him off, Kaoru knew he hadn't meant to be dismissive - if he didn't know the "dreams" were real, he could only make light as though they were the dreams Kaoru said they were.

"I wanted to be angry. I still do, a little. But it isn't his fault."

Burying his head, nuzzling into Seimei's shoulder. The robes weren't the rich fabrics the man usually wore, but they might as well have been the finest of silks, so happy Kaoru was to settle against him. Breathe in the gently clinging scent of incense.

"I woke up at home yesterday morning and I was too shell-shocked to do much more than follow along. I couldn't tell you what it was I was meant to have studied at school but I was there so I saw... everything. Everyone. Everyone safe and happy, like nothing had ever happened.

Does that mean that it worked...?"