[ okay, progress. the young man shifts against ren. he really is, he thinks, startlingly light, as if the mere mementos breeze could gust him down a tunnel. his arm shakes. ren can't quite tell if it's because of an injury or because of that odd sense of displacement in time - as if these are limbs that don't quite remember what permutation they ought to be in to move a soul.

ren is patient as the young man takes his time, and then, when he's just about tipped upright, he shuffles back in place and takes off the rest of his jacket. this, he slings over the young man's shoulders. it's a little large on him, ren realises. the cuffs slip down an inch; it reminds him a little of futaba's oversized boyfriend hoodies despite her not having an actual boyfriend who resides in said hoodies. the thought comes and goes when the young man closes his eyes, and ren takes a moment to observe him.

where, huh. ]

The ass-crack of human consciousness. [ ren responds on automatic, and then realises, belatedly, that he doesn't actually want to explain what an ass-crack is to someone who might not remember what an ass-crack is. but how do you explain mementos? he thinks on this for a moment. ] It's a place called mementos. The explanation is sort of long, but the gist of it is that you're not really in reality.

[ ... ] Where do you think you're supposed to be?