[ Their eyes flutter open in surprise, falling forward on top of Subaru and is quick to adjust to a more comfortable position, a little tug at the corners of their lips that turns more thoughtful as they think of how to say it. ]

I was thinking you remind me of home. Way waaaaay back when things were... [ ... ] Happy. [ happier? happy. ] When I was never alone, and never doubted I was loved. That far back.

[ When they were maybe three. And maybe biased, trying desperately to hold onto what good memories they could of that time, however vague, and letting everything else wash away. ]

What about you? What are you thinking about?