Why were so many memories missing? Was this normal for someone who had died? He had so many questions both about his life and his death but he didn't know where to start, and when it come to his death he wasn't sure if he even really wanted to know the answers. Who would have known that death would be so confusing? But even so it was good to be back. Well, back home, anyway, he certainly wasn't back to being alive, unfortunately, but at least he was back in a familiar place and he wasn't alone anymore. He did wonder if Caillen was the only person who could see him or if other people could as well. That was something he would probably find out sooner or later.<br/><br/>It was sad that he couldn't remember much, he supposed, but for some reason the lost memories didn't make him feel too sad, it just felt strange. It made him feel empty. Though perhaps that could also be considered sad. He felt most lost than another but Caillen was a shining beacon that drew him in and showed him the way. She had always been that beacon but it wasn't until now that he truly realized it. He shrugged his shoulders slowly at her question.<br/><br/>"I'm not really sure what I want to know..." he responded with a soft but thoughtful tone. "But right now I think that maybe... maybe it's okay. Maybe my memories will come back to me over time, but for right now that might be too much for me to handle. Will you help me find those lost memories when the time comes?" Caillen was the only person he could count on for such a thing. For a great many reasons.<br/><br/>In a way it looked like Caillen was just as lost in this situation as he was and that made him feel a bit more at ease, knowing that he wasn't the only one confused. She offered to cuddle and he smiled at that offer but he hesitated just as she seemed to after suggesting it. It wasn't because he didn't want to, no, but was it safe to do so? That strange tingling sensation was running throughout his body and was causing all sorts of strange feelings to stir within him, so many that he couldn't even begin to name, and he wondered if cuddling with her would only make those sensations that much stronger. If those sensations did become stronger, whatever they were, then what would happen?<br/><br/>She was right that their parents never seemed to understand them. For two parents to be so out-of-touch with their own children was a shame but their personalities were so entirely different. Eric couldn't really say why their personalities had taken such a sharp turn away from their parents', maybe it was just part of being in the era they were raised in, maybe it was something else, but while he knew that their parents did love them they never truly understood them. Maybe it was more accurate to say that they didn't<i>want</i>to understand them, being as conservative as the parents were. Caillen's words, however, filled Eric's mind and made the urge to embrace her that much more tempting, and the delicate touch of her fingertips sending tingles of delight through his body tempted him even more so... Tempting him until he could do nothing else, and slowly and gently he let his arms slip around her back. They fell to her waist before he pulled their bodies close together-- he could feel the warmth of her body against his and he regretted the fact that he would have no warmth to share. Though her head was turned their bodies pressed together. The young man could feel his sister's nipples pressing against his chest but he didn't mind, in fact he rather enjoyed it... as long as she didn't mind the fact that his stiffened endowment was pressing against her thigh. Maybe this embrace was a bit<i> too </i>intimate but he didn't ease.<br/><br/>"Maybe... we can discover those feelings again?" he asked her, his voice nearly a whisper. Now even he wasn't quite sure what he was saying or what he was suggesting; whatever this feeling was it simply felt natural.