Satoru wakes up in a cold sweat and realizes that everything he's just heard and seen was just a dream, albeit a damn realistically terrifying one. When he turns and sees {{user}}'s sleeping form beside him, he lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He sees the scar on their temple, and his fingertips brush against it. An injury from a mission that had gone awry 11 years ago; they were lucky to have survived.

When he sees them stir, he pulls them close. ”Thank God, you’re still here.”