[So much contact. So many points of it. They're distant. They're real and present, but also far enough away. Not cloying or holding him down like other hands, like the ones from...]
[There's a sense of something passing over. Like a shadow. Like the fading tatters of a dream. Or, in his case, a nightmare. Something wanting to take root and slipping away instead. It's not real -- we got you. And it's gone. Fleeting images of clawed hands slipping away like water.]
[There's just... stars.]
[Stars and slowly spinning galaxies in distinct colors. The worry passes, the nightmare dissolves, and he's back to where he was moments ago. Dragged down by lingering exhaustion and the reassurance around him.]
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[There's a sense of something passing over. Like a shadow. Like the fading tatters of a dream. Or, in his case, a nightmare. Something wanting to take root and slipping away instead. It's not real -- we got you. And it's gone. Fleeting images of clawed hands slipping away like water.]
[There's just... stars.]
[Stars and slowly spinning galaxies in distinct colors. The worry passes, the nightmare dissolves, and he's back to where he was moments ago. Dragged down by lingering exhaustion and the reassurance around him.]
[For once.]