"As long as I know what?" Haruki asked in confusion. What was Blake talking? Was he speaking from his sleep?<br/><br/>He let out a long yawn, stretching in the doorway, raking through his wild mess of a hair, and wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He felt at least somewhat refreshed, and less sick, though his head was still spinning. The nightmare was fortunately gone with no sign of it left, just the calm garden was around. Fortunately.<br/><br/>Somehow, he managed to climb to his feet, still stretching. When was Blake going to be done? Somehow the stench of sake from his clothes was making him feel sick... And he'd appreciate some water to wash it off.