It feels like a long time before Ken wakes up next. It may be because it is a long time before Ken wakes up next.
What he wakes up to is blessed familiarity, though. The comforting, run-down ceiling of Kokuyo Land, the smell of their hideout in his nose. And the pain in his limbs has faded so significantly that he finds they barely hurt at all unless he moves them...which, of course, is his first instinct to do, in his own bleary surprise at feeling so much different.
He doesn't immediately process the dull warmth at his side, perhaps because that, too, is so familiar that its presence is almost unremarkable. Which means that Chikusa is probably going to raise his voice right in Ken's ear and Ken is probably going to jump out of his skin.
Later...
What he wakes up to is blessed familiarity, though. The comforting, run-down ceiling of Kokuyo Land, the smell of their hideout in his nose. And the pain in his limbs has faded so significantly that he finds they barely hurt at all unless he moves them...which, of course, is his first instinct to do, in his own bleary surprise at feeling so much different.
He doesn't immediately process the dull warmth at his side, perhaps because that, too, is so familiar that its presence is almost unremarkable. Which means that Chikusa is probably going to raise his voice right in Ken's ear and Ken is probably going to jump out of his skin.