Xellos had shot out a tendril in alarm to steady his body when it looked like Cesare was going to jump up. It hadn't really looked attached to him, until it curled back to re-integrate itself into his shirt.
"Well, I'd like to start by your telling me, if it's all right, what it was like for you to bring Cesare-kun back to himself in the past, Mikeru-san. I mean, not what your," he points to Miquel's head, "feelings were, but what it," he makes a gesture that actually goes through his own body, as though his torso were made of smoke--and, in fact, it acts a bit like smoke, now, or like something having been patted down for weightless cobwebs that drift into nothing at the touch, before looking just like a person again. "What it felt like."
"If you could show me, that would be even better. You see, there are three ways to learn that I could probably help you with, and I'd like to see which will the most natural for you. I might teach you more than one, but I'd rather start with one that would almost make sense to you from the beginning."