[littl3chocobo]

he was grateful he had time to adjust to the alien feel of pyce in the corner of his mind, he would have been overwhelmed otherwise with the loud pressing din that was nearly as pertinent as his own mental voice. carrying the sopping man back to the bed he disentangled himself to have room-service bring up food. idly he wondered if pyce could hear him too or if this was something only he could feel when they touched