[The vertigo of everything Vincent is saying makes his hungover stomach curl in on itself. Something in his chest still feels like it's caving in, but not in a strangling way this time. Instead, a breath of relief sighs out of him after not realizing he'd been holding onto it.
There's a lot there--so much so that Irahl can feel his brain immediately shut it away somewhere to be looked at later. When it's quiet and calm, and he's trying to rest, that's when it will cycle through his brain again.
For now, all he can do is try for simple acceptance. That's hard enough. It takes him a minute before he manages a small nod.]
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There's a lot there--so much so that Irahl can feel his brain immediately shut it away somewhere to be looked at later. When it's quiet and calm, and he's trying to rest, that's when it will cycle through his brain again.
For now, all he can do is try for simple acceptance. That's hard enough. It takes him a minute before he manages a small nod.]
Okay.