Mm.

[He hadn't heard of any of them being psychic, but Souji had some experience with this. Hajime could, and did, know the dates of all of their deaths and the methods of their demise. He didn't like to talk about it and rarely mentioned it to anyone, if he ever did, but Souji had a feeling. It was the way he sometimes looked at him, or the others, when he thought they weren't looking. It was like he was waiting for the storm to come and take them all away.

Souji watched Cliff carefully, trying to pick out what could have been taken from him. He remembered well his time on the other side of this, and how it had taken him months to figure out what was wrong. He'd simply lived too long with the disease that being short of breath and weak was normal. So what could be affecting Cliff?

He noted the white pants and slid from the bed, smoothing his clothes out as he walked around the futon and toward the bedroom door.]

It doesn't change that you dreamt about waking up in my bed. I'm going to see if any of Harada-san's old clothes will fit you. Give me a moment.