Breathe, breathe, breathe! For fuck's sake, breathe!
A large gulp of air keeps him from screaming his throat raw, and for a terrifying moment after awakening Zelos can't see. His breathing is erratic and his mind even more so as it attempts to reconnect everything that the sudden contact and even more abrupt disconnect left in disarray, everything it messed up. An ether packet pings the unstable, intense emotional link, causing the cacophony of panic terror anger confusion to shake with worry worry worry need until it finds its destination, until it reaches the Aegis' driver.
Zelos can't hear clearly, everything murky as the stubborn ringing in his ears prevails. He can, however, feel a weight on his shoulders that settles in nicely and grounds him, his entire being concentrating on the sensation of touch and the way it helps his scattered mind analyse and acknowledge it. He pings the ether link again. The packet delivers quickly--she's close. Very close. Within the blink of an eye Zelos is struck with a need to feel grounded again, a primal instinct bathed in fear overcoming him until he's reaching forward and wrapping his arms around Sheena.
Words aren't coming, scattered as his mind is right now, so he says nothing. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep, shuddering breath, then buries his face in her shoulder. He sends another message within the currents of his terror: don't talk, please. Don't. He just needs this right now. Please.
AAAAAAAND CONTACT
A large gulp of air keeps him from screaming his throat raw, and for a terrifying moment after awakening Zelos can't see. His breathing is erratic and his mind even more so as it attempts to reconnect everything that the sudden contact and even more abrupt disconnect left in disarray, everything it messed up. An ether packet pings the unstable, intense emotional link, causing the cacophony of panic terror anger confusion to shake with worry worry worry need until it finds its destination, until it reaches the Aegis' driver.
Zelos can't hear clearly, everything murky as the stubborn ringing in his ears prevails. He can, however, feel a weight on his shoulders that settles in nicely and grounds him, his entire being concentrating on the sensation of touch and the way it helps his scattered mind analyse and acknowledge it. He pings the ether link again. The packet delivers quickly--she's close. Very close. Within the blink of an eye Zelos is struck with a need to feel grounded again, a primal instinct bathed in fear overcoming him until he's reaching forward and wrapping his arms around Sheena.
Words aren't coming, scattered as his mind is right now, so he says nothing. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep, shuddering breath, then buries his face in her shoulder. He sends another message within the currents of his terror: don't talk, please. Don't. He just needs this right now. Please.