It was a dream... and he didn't know how he knew it was a dream, but he knew that it wasn't real. That was okay, he decided, smiling as he leaned his back against the back of the boy behind him. He couldn't see who the other boy was, didn't know what he looked like or even his name, but the hand holding his felt warm and familiar.

I won't ever leave you, Netto-kun.

...yeah, I know.

Netto tightened his grip around his brother's hand.