Murata and Nunnally
[ sleeps on his side, back to the wall, more deeply than usual -- perhaps a remnant of some mysterious outside influence -- so he eases out of sleep rather than wake quickly. and his mind is slower to grasp the full situation.
there's someone here, with him, in the bed. between the darkness of the room and his lack of glasses, he can't really see who it is; but he knows (doesn't he?) and rolls his eyes. ]
Shibuya, I think you missed the empty bed. [ fond, but still exasperated ]