[closed log]
[What stirs him awake this morning is a dull throb in both hands and a ringing headache. Where he is doesn't matter as he slowly sits up, examining the back of his hand before the palm. He remembers... but then he sees Kitty beside him, and its like the two sets of memories impossibly happened at once. He was here all night, but he was just somewhere else entirely. Or so it feels.
Apocryphos... The boy. Road.
Eyes narrowing, he slides his legs over the side of the bed and massages his temple.]