[He doesn't come down from breathless heaving right away, but it's a start, and hearing his voice does visibly start to calm him. It's equal parts positive reaction to the comfort and something harsher in him telling him that he needs to stop being so dependent and grow up. Like if he was hearing his own voice through his helmet's filter, but in his head.
There's still a faint ringing in his ears but it seems like he can handle light a little bit better than the moments leading up to that brief interlude of unconsciousness.]
Don't know where I'd be without you. [His words are shaky between gasps for air but he still gets them out. It's true and he wants 2187 to know he's grateful.]
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There's still a faint ringing in his ears but it seems like he can handle light a little bit better than the moments leading up to that brief interlude of unconsciousness.]
Don't know where I'd be without you. [His words are shaky between gasps for air but he still gets them out. It's true and he wants 2187 to know he's grateful.]