[It's reassuring, in a way. Namazuo is a tactile spirit, and the sensation of touch has always been his favorite thing about these bodies. To be able to do this, to feel for himself that Naki is whole and safe--it's such a relief that it brings tears to his eyes.]
...I'm glad.
[It's barely a whisper, because he doesn't trust his voice not to break. He doesn't answer Naki's question immediately, either, swallowing past the block in his throat as he tries to figure out what to say.
The answer is no, of course. No, he didn't make it home alright. He died, and he went to some strange place full of hanging bodies, and he died again, and when he reappeared...]
...I ruined my clothes.
[That's about as much of a non-answer as you can get, but. It also explains the sparkly, ribbon-y pile of fabric sitting in the corner, and why Namazuo's still in a bath robe.]
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...I'm glad.
[It's barely a whisper, because he doesn't trust his voice not to break. He doesn't answer Naki's question immediately, either, swallowing past the block in his throat as he tries to figure out what to say.
The answer is no, of course. No, he didn't make it home alright. He died, and he went to some strange place full of hanging bodies, and he died again, and when he reappeared...]
...I ruined my clothes.
[That's about as much of a non-answer as you can get, but. It also explains the sparkly, ribbon-y pile of fabric sitting in the corner, and why Namazuo's still in a bath robe.]