[Solomon stays prone until the memory ends, raw hands grasping at the snow as it comes back into sensation, exhale shuddering the length of his body. It's here, it's fine, this is still reality. He's in control now. Still in control.
He can hear Bruno's hyperventilating off to his side through the tinny muffling that dies down as the pain recedes. Wincing at how his head spins, Solomon pushes up to his knees, a loose hand against the back of Bruno's ruana.]
Bruno.
[Will he turn if Solomon tries to guide him with a push against his shoulder? Face him, please... but the man is so tense]
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He can hear Bruno's hyperventilating off to his side through the tinny muffling that dies down as the pain recedes. Wincing at how his head spins, Solomon pushes up to his knees, a loose hand against the back of Bruno's ruana.]
Bruno.
[Will he turn if Solomon tries to guide him with a push against his shoulder? Face him, please... but the man is so tense]
We'll... we'll have time for that in a moment.
Ground yourself. You're okay.