[As soon as Sorey gets close, Mikleo can feel it, and some of the tension bleeds out of him, his fingers loosening their iron grip on the pilot's chair. He doesn't need to see out of the shuttle to know when Sorey's there- he can feel it, every fiber of his being soaking in the warm, protective sensation of their pact and all the benefits it creates.
He barely even hears Sorey's voice calling out to him. As soon as he feels that he's able, he lets his body dissolve into particles and follows the invisible tether linking him to Sorey, zooming in to dwell within his vessel- curling up in the corner of Sorey's mind like a child wrapping himself up with a security blanket, safe and cozy.
He doesn't speak at first, quietly easing himself back into his comfort zone. He's never faced anything like that alone before, and even if it ended up not being dangerous, he'd been badly spooked.
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He barely even hears Sorey's voice calling out to him. As soon as he feels that he's able, he lets his body dissolve into particles and follows the invisible tether linking him to Sorey, zooming in to dwell within his vessel- curling up in the corner of Sorey's mind like a child wrapping himself up with a security blanket, safe and cozy.
He doesn't speak at first, quietly easing himself back into his comfort zone. He's never faced anything like that alone before, and even if it ended up not being dangerous, he'd been badly spooked.
Sorry, friend. Give him a moment.]