[ His fingers land on Joshua's, the world shifts, and quite abruptly they're not outside anymore. Sanae's bedroom looks much like it did the last time Josh had seen it; there's more art now, new sketches tacked to the walls and new paintings of Shibuya standing on canvases, but no murals and no traps. Nothing to bring pain or Erasure or even hold him still. While Joshua has been covering his walls with art that keeps people locked out, Sanae's been preoccupied trying to comfort himself with drawings of home.
He's brought them right to the bed -- the lack of a power cap certainly helps his accuracy when it comes to things like this -- so that Josh has got somewhere warm and soft to rest and recover, assuming this is the sort of thing that'll fix itself. The instant they've gotten their bearings, Sanae is on the defensive again, backing up to put some space between them. ]
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He's brought them right to the bed -- the lack of a power cap certainly helps his accuracy when it comes to things like this -- so that Josh has got somewhere warm and soft to rest and recover, assuming this is the sort of thing that'll fix itself. The instant they've gotten their bearings, Sanae is on the defensive again, backing up to put some space between them. ]