I'm wondering where you are and what you are doing now

[mute_mystic]

[Silence has been told many things since arriving in Mayfield.

One of the more critical pieces of information that wasn't passed on to him was that death is an impermanent state. So, when he jerks awake the morning after being killed by Star Platinum...it comes as even more of a shock than dying in the first place

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[doctor_creep]

[He'd awakened not in Hell, or Heaven, or any other fool idea of what the afterlife should have been. No, he'd awakened in Mayfield all over again, as though he'd done nothing more than sleep.

Even better, he'd managed to sleep through days, or so it appeared - waking found him human once more, and he had spent a good long time flexing his hand, watching the muscles move and pondering it. Perhaps it was an unlikely exploitation of his being a mystic...? But that idea made it seem improbable that Silence...

He'd called in to work, even, needing to simply... consider this. Elizabeth was out, presumably at her own job, and he hadn't even dressed properly when Silence reached his door. It would, no doubt, be an odd sight for Silence, who had never seen him so much as particularly disheveled - not even following their run-in with Jotnar and Suzaku on Mosperiburg. He'd been prepared to inform whoever was visiting that he was uninterested in their time, at the moment... but the words never came, mouth slightly agape as he simply stared.

[mute_mystic]

[He was right. Nusakan is alive.

Silence simply stares back for a long moment...and then wraps his friend in a tight hug. The pain of their deaths(physical and otherwise), the mystery of their resurrections, the older man's half-dressed state, the incredibly satisfying look of complete astonishment on Nusakan's face that Silence will be terribly amused by later...all of that takes a back seat, for the moment. They're alive, and they're together - that's all that immediately matters, and the embrace is physical confirmation of these facts.]

[doctor_creep]

[It's not until he registers the hug that his confusion wanes, put aside for relief - and a little bit of terror. His shoulders tense again, but it's just for a moment before he relaxes, hands slipping across Silence's back. The wings are a familiar obstacle, and it feels somehow more natural now that he's gotten them back - not that hugging comes that naturally to begin with.]

... I thought you... [His voice is still tiny, faint. It doesn't matter what he thought, in this moment. He'll be angry with Silence for his immediate reaction later. For now... for now, he's trying to forgive himself for his own actions. Not that he thinks it was any worse an idea to keep the information from Silence - he knows the IRPO agent well enough to know that Silence would have insisted on going with him, and then all he could have looked forward to was knowing Silence was there.]

[mute_mystic]

[He recognizes some of his own fear in Nusakan's voice, and merely responds with a nod of his own. I thought the same thing. Even without being able to see his face, his sentiment is obvious enough.

It's several long moments before he pulls away at all; they both need the reassurance that the other is still here, after all. Even once he's pulled back, his hands are still loosely holding Nusakan's arms, as if anchoring him there. Anchoring which of them, it's impossible to say.

Silence, at least, has no internal debates raging, beyond wondering why he hadn't gotten there sooner to protect Nusakan - not that he could have, but he should have. Aside from his desire to have been there in time to prevent Nusakan's death, he would have done nothing differently, his own death notwithstanding.]