The emotions themselves would have been perfectly clear by themselves, a change in mentality enough to make him question. But the reason behind the sensations, flitting as they were, mirrored his own train of thought, but in the opposite way. Despite the weight behind it, Albedo was hurt. He swallowed in it, half-angry and embarrassed. What did it matter?

It did, though. Nigredo needed to understand. Albedo pulled his legs up, curling into a ball next to his sibling, head pressed against Nigredo's arm. He was awake. As if he would ever sleep. The fact that Nigredo could--Though true, he was ill. Of some sort. Still. Albedo wanted to wake him, press at him certain facts that were true at least for now--ignoring emotions, shifting as they were, facts along the link could be... some kind of reassurance.

But he had promised hadn't he? Five minutes. He bit his lip, staring out into the room.