[The increased sounds of activity, both in the lobby and spilling in from the exterior doors, wash over him unmoving. It can all wait til later. Or... it could. He's not sure how he knows to wake up from his half-doze, even before Tama calls his name, the sounds of his approach should be fully drowned out by everything else, but he looks up.]
[His friend's there: hair in disarray, half-dressed, face flushed and eyes bright from a fever -- but they're alert and present. It's a far cry from how Minakami saw him last, or more accurately didn't. It's a good thing he's sitting down; that last awful week where he was going through the motions at the Arena, trying to do what he could without dwelling on what he heard during that phonecall. It had nearly all been brought to the surface again, when he'd seen an apparition of that man's face in the bird's remains, but he'd had to push past it. But now, weak with relief and out of immediate danger...]
Tamamori? [That comes out sounding more lost than he wants.] How did you get here?
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[His friend's there: hair in disarray, half-dressed, face flushed and eyes bright from a fever -- but they're alert and present. It's a far cry from how Minakami saw him last, or more accurately didn't. It's a good thing he's sitting down; that last awful week where he was going through the motions at the Arena, trying to do what he could without dwelling on what he heard during that phonecall. It had nearly all been brought to the surface again, when he'd seen an apparition of that man's face in the bird's remains, but he'd had to push past it. But now, weak with relief and out of immediate danger...]
Tamamori? [That comes out sounding more lost than he wants.] How did you get here?