( The touch to his hair startles him, and pulls him from his sweet reverie - pulled back up from drowning, coughing for air. It's not a familiar touch, it's not even someone he can claim to know closely or well, but it rings right in a way that calms him, like a charm, like a melody.
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several cutscenes will play in sequence...
This is... )
... Good night...?
( Yamato. That was his name. )