Imagine
It's hard for Eagle to maintain his dignity around Hikaru. Of course she means well - he doubts she's ever had a thought of malice in her life - but she is the first to ask the medics when Eagle will be truly awake again. She wants to show him the lovely flowers blooming outside his window, to give him a taste of the pastries she and her friends brought from her world, to give him a hug and get one in return.
Childish wishes, really - the same sort of sweet impossible dreams she used to free Cephiro. Good for a country, perhaps, but not good for him. He has enough energy to smile at them, but not enough to explain that this isn't really what he wants. Even if he had the strength, Eagle wouldn't have the words.
It's far easier to feel at ease when only Lantis is here. That seems to be the way it has always been. Geo and Zazu are of course good friends, but he'd never share his deepest secrets with them, not the way he might have once for Lantis. Not willingly, at least.
Eagle imagines that he feels Lantis' fingers in his hair, on his face, as the other man's deep voice rings through the room. It is easy enough. He cannot see, but at least, he can feel. The breeze through the window could be a hand, if he focuses enough, a coarse thumb running down his cheek and across his dry, cracked lips, lingering there as Lantis looks at him and tells him all the stories he wouldn't care nothing for, were it not for their narrator.
Were he awake, he would have to see that it wasn't so, that Lantis' gaze, as always, is not on him, but on the otherworldly girl waiting so eagerly outside the door. Hikaru, of course, can love everyone. Lantis is not so simple.
"You aren't going to wake up any time soon, are you?" Eagle hears, and he is glad that at least through his sleep he can smile.
