If and when this wears off, Eiji owes Ankh well more than a year's supply of popsicles. Of course, he can't see it that way, clenching his fist even tighter to the point he can feel his nails digging into his palms.

"When you let me go back."

There's an edge to his voice that's not normally there, but it might seem uncomfortably familiar. It's similar to a dark time from their past, one Eiji usually does his best to try to avoid bringing up.