As pleased as he is, it does beg the question: how the fuck is Suguru in his dream? Satoru's more mentally aware than most, so it hadn't taken him long to realize that he was dreaming, but Suguru's presence throws a wrench into things.
"I didn't miss you at all," he says airily, as the dream version of himself looks to be killing the plant with nothing more than sheer aura, squishing it against the wall, and damn, that looks like it would be handy. "Your moralizing always did kill my buzz."
It's all lies. He missed Suguru, but it's not like he's going to admit that. That would be way too emotionally open for him.
"Did I pull you into my dream?" Satoru hums thoughtfully. "I've never done that before. Theoretically it's possible with entrancement, though."
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"I didn't miss you at all," he says airily, as the dream version of himself looks to be killing the plant with nothing more than sheer aura, squishing it against the wall, and damn, that looks like it would be handy. "Your moralizing always did kill my buzz."
It's all lies. He missed Suguru, but it's not like he's going to admit that. That would be way too emotionally open for him.
"Did I pull you into my dream?" Satoru hums thoughtfully. "I've never done that before. Theoretically it's possible with entrancement, though."