[The darkness is new, but this tightness around his arms, his body... it's not entirely unfamiliar. Immediately Nero's pulse quickens, his breathing skips - nervous, but excited. He pulls against the bindings just to test them, and to some secret satisfaction, they hold. Ah.

He can't see the body curled up next to him, but... it'd make sense if it were him, right? So Nero calls out, with familiarity,]

Jason...?