[He thoughtfully hums, but can't move past his assumption that this has something to do with Reborn after all. It isn't too farfetched and Reborn has come up with crazier predicaments to shove them in to, figuratively and literally.]

Were you sleeping before this too, Takeshi?

[It seems a little weird that Yamamoto wouldn't notice.
His eyes curiously move back to the clock when Yamamoto brings it up, blinking a few times before noticing that it doesn't seem stuck on the same hour anymore. At least, he thought it represented 7 o'clock. His mouth opens, meaning to answer Yamamoto, but closes promptly when he hears the other break off in mid-sentence. His gaze pulls away from the numbers and stick to where he can vaguely make Yamamoto out. His heart does another few leaps in his chest as his hand twitches and freezes in place.

Normally he doesn't feel this nervous or hot or... fidgety around his best friend. He gulps before feeling compelled to move his hand slowly across Yamamoto's shoulder.

J-Just to make sure he's there, you know?]

U-Un! I-I'm here! Ri-Right here!

[Wow, that sounded much lamer than he thought it would. He sheepishly clears his throat to smooth that out.]

I don't think we're at my house. Besides, I don't remember one of those things in one of the...

[Tell him he's not imagining things! Because it looks like that clock just went right back to 7!]

Did it just move back?