[ Whatever composure he had crumbles in an instant. There's plenty of reasons he should still be skeptical: the door spoke of dreams, after all, and the fae are both mysterious and powerful. But his heart nearly bursts with a sense of longing he's managed to keep in control.

He's met many wonderful people during his time here - Mary, Minako, Zidane, Rosho, the list goes on and on - and he's never been without someone from Mankai. But Winter Troupe is something else entirely. It's not friends, nor is it family... it's just them. And he's missed them all so, so much.

His voice wavers, filled with emotion. ] I could ask you the same thing. [ He reaches for one of Hisoka's hands, just to prove to himself that if it's a dream, it really is a good one. ] I'm sorry, I'm probably making no sense to you right now, but... I'm so happy to see you.