[Now that they're closer across the table, Souji closes the distance with a rather forceful kiss.]

My word is my life, in this case. If I break one, you may take the other.

[Someone is definitely feeling a little possessive there today. Souji finally pulls away after a moment, looking definitely flushed, but trying for a semblance of composure.]

The other matter I called you here about is... this.

[He pulls a vial of multicolored sand out of his kimono, note still attached, and puts it on the table between them.]

I think... it may be the same as the rainbow hourglasses some people were given last fall, that made them dream. The note says 'Give this to the one you trust.'

It seems as if... we've been given a choice. You are the one I trust most, but if you'd rather not risk it, I can give it to Rain, instead.

When the sand in the hourglass ran out, they slept for a day, and... dreamed. I'm not sure what of, though.

[He looks thoughtful for a moment, hands going to fidget with the now-cooling cup of tea before answering]

I think... I'm not sure if it would work if I just keep it. As it says to give away.

[Souji bows his head slightly]

I... think it probably will. And I will guard you, whatever happens.

When you feel you are ready - taking time off from work shouldn't be a problem for me.

[A small, crisp nod]

That may be for the best.

[Souji tries not too grin to widely at that - both because he's relieved and because... lol, Section 1 housing]

You're in it. The bed is over there, though. [He points at the neatly arranged futon up against one wall]

[Which Souji does - not that there's much to fix up.]

I'm sorry - I know it's not what you're used to.

I think - pour. Nobody tried to eat it last time, as far as I know, and it still did things.