"Oh, it's nice," Sora answers vaguely. "I haven't seen that much of it. I stayed around the carnival until today."

It is awkward, but it feels like it shouldn't be. The two versions of reality are still blurred in Sora's head, and though it's now very obvious which one is the real one, he still remembers things he shouldn't. Little things, like when Tamaki's birthday is, and knowing Joker's favorite food without being told. Or were those a dream too?

"It's quiet here."