Chuuya wakes up with a gasp. The remnants of his dream are embers in the back of his mind, burning brightly but quick to fade away. He thinks it was a good dream. Thinks he saw '

'Morning, sunshine. '

Chuuya jerks up. Stares at the man sitting next to him. 'Dazai? ' It comes out as a shuddering rasp.

Lying by his side, fully clothed, and propping his head up with his hand, Dazai smiles at him. 'The one and only. '

'You 're ' you 're here? ' Chuuya 's eyes wildly dart around the room before zeroing in back on Dazai, who is alive when he should be dead. It doesn 't make any sense. He feels nauseous from the bewildering mixture of hope and uncertainty rising in his throat. 'You 're ' '

'Back from the dead? ' Dazai nods. 'Yup. ' Then he stretches his arm out to Chuuya, offering him a touch. 'Here, see for yourself. '

So Chuuya does. He touches Dazai 's hand like it 's the most valuable treasure in the world. It

is.