He has to give himself a pat-down, as if to affirm that he's real, that he exists. The urge to reach out and check for themself only flares up for a moment. In the next, the urge to recoil has to be tamped down just as hard. Stupid. Don't be stupid. Nothing to be afraid of, here. Not even the wideness of those eyes, the humming of words he spoke and would speak and will speak, as though they're the friend he wished he always had.

"I'm..."

Wet lips. Set down basket, gingerly, hardly daring to look away as though he might dissipate in the space between blinks. Try to stand there naturally, but it looks too stiff, feels too rehearsed. Urge to fold their hands behind their back - that's Chara's, isn't it? Too formal. Don't be like that. Don't confuse him.

You've only ever just confused him.

Start from the beginning.

"What's the last thing you remember?"