[It's sort of funny how he's spending nearly every other moment at the ball not wanting to be there (he didn't want to be in the first place, but what news is that) because it feels wrong to be while Bucky's... asleep as he's been the past couple of weeks. It nags at him, much as he doesn't show it overly on the outside. He shouldn't be there.
Kiseki must have been listening. Art kind of can't believe his eyes, pushing off from the seat he'd taken at the side of the room and walking closer to where Bucky suddenly appeared.]
What? But that can't possibly...
Bucky! You're -- [Before he can fully question it, he calls out first, sort of startled at the same time. Art didn't have anything to drink, he knows he's not imagining this. Right? He grasps out at his arm, taking it in one hand. Real. W h at? The Kiseki magic aspect hasn't fully kicked in to his thoughts yet, overwhelmed by relief but confused.] You're here... you're all right. How?