[Nightmares have been a part of Togami's life just as long as his life has been the stuff of nightmares--awful, unspeakable dreams about things better left in sleep, so much so that an avoidance of sleep altogether is nothing more than a slight inconvenience rather than a debilitating harm. He knows nightmares. He knows nightmares better than anyone.
Still, nothing quite prepares him to hear his housemate screaming bloody murder.
He jolts to his feet before he's quite awake, following the sound, narrowly avoiding catching his ankle on the chair, shaking Naegi awake with an odd insistence.]
Get up--Naegi, get up, are you dying--
[In the space between being asleep and being awake, he doesn't have room to pretend not to be concerned, a horrible edge of panic creeping into his voice. Pathetic. More than pathetic, really--he's empathetic.]
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Still, nothing quite prepares him to hear his housemate screaming bloody murder.
He jolts to his feet before he's quite awake, following the sound, narrowly avoiding catching his ankle on the chair, shaking Naegi awake with an odd insistence.]
Get up--Naegi, get up, are you dying--
[In the space between being asleep and being awake, he doesn't have room to pretend not to be concerned, a horrible edge of panic creeping into his voice. Pathetic. More than pathetic, really--he's empathetic.]