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[The relief that comes to him when they're back to reality is almost immediate; his body language shifts, shoulders losing an immense amount of tension, clarity returning to his eyes, the furrow in his brow easing out. He closes his eyes for a long moment as she kisses him, and when he opens them again with a shudder, he's back, and the painful buzzing in his head is fading away. He feels... very much like himself again, whereas he'd begun to lose fragments in there. Or- maybe not fragments. Maybe he'd only gotten lost in the sea of memories, forgetting where he ended and the rest of the world began. Their thoughts became his thoughts and vice-versa. The buzz of them had started out so quietly, but as they'd prolonged their exploration, the louder they'd become. He reached out to them and they came so readily, too much and too fast. He hadn't known how to control the flow of it, or maybe there was no way to do so at all. He's not sure, and it's yet another mystery unsolved.

Here again, though, all he can hear is her voice and the pounding of his heart, the sound of his own breath as he exhales, inhales, and regains control of his body, fights to relax. He's... here. He's himself. He's okay.]

I'm okay, [he manages out loud, his voice tremulous at first, so he swallows and tries again, stronger this time.] I'm okay. [He's wonderful. Is he? It's easier to believe her now. There's no extra voice - voices - whispering that he isn't so wonderful that he's allowed to keep living. That's nice.] I- ...I think that place... gets kinda intense, the longer I'm there.

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