Ah, yes, the delightfully scintillating act of handholding. [Was it just him, or was Bedivere shy about something?] Very scandalous. The peak of steamy purple prose and the highlight of regency fiction. Certainly not for the faint-hearted. To think mine comes with the added bonus of repelling the effects of most abilities.

['Most,' because fuck Goncharov's virus and Dostoevsky in general.]

I suppose we better start stockpiling tonight, hmm? It's better to be prepared for emergencies, too.

[Unfortunately for Dazai, dream sharing was a two-way street. He wasn't even aware Bedivere saw a memory from his past last night. Having Q and Q's history with the Port Mafia on his mind later might lead to something unexpected.]