"And your tattoo..." He's still murmuring dazedly, even when Hayato cups his face. Hardly any invitation needs to be spoken. The gesture seems to be enough to push him up to his feet so he can crawl into bed with him. He's still softly touching along his face, fingers following the curve of his cheek down to his jaw.

Dark red eyes. Brilliant red tattoos. And hair, too, pale red hair, not glimmering silver-

Tsuna blinks, slowly but surely pulling himself out of the mess of memories that cling to him like mud. "Hayato..." It's a soft repetition of the words he's just been told. His fingers go to that brilliant pale hair. "Hayato... Not..." Not G.