[The voices don't stop. Polnareff's hands come away from his ears, because they've done nothing to muffle the sounds. And that doesn't make sense, how the hell can that not work, Bruno's voice had been muffled but--]
[Bruno shakes his head a little, brow furrowing in further concern. The fragments are still too small right now to get a sense of the bigger picture of what's happening, but that doesn't mean Bruno isn't still trying to piece it together.]
[Had either one of them led even remotely normal lives with nothing supernatural ever once crossing their paths, Polnareff would sound like he was losing his mind to a psychotic break. But Bruno knows better, and knows that Polanreff is not going off the deep end or exaggerating. And that's unfortunate in some ways. At least either of those two things would have more obvious solutions compared to the reality of the situation, which is plainly out of both his and Polnareff's depths.]
[It's a useless gesture because Bruno knows it doesn't reasonable do anything to lower the volume in Polnareff's head, but he runs his fingers through Polnareff's hair, fingernails grazing along his scalp occasionally.]
You need to calm down, Jean. [Bruno might not know what exactly to do to fix this -- or at least alleviate a part of it -- but Polnareff eking into a panic can only spell trouble. Calming down though is something much easier said than done most likely, especially if that's all he's given for direction. Bruno thinks the most obvious solution is something outside of himself, out of his own head even if it's just for a few seconds. Bruno remains as steady as he can, his hand shifting from Polnareff's hair to hold his cheek.] I know it's hard and it's not going to probably stop what's happening, but pick something -- me, a spot on the ceiling, the blankets, just pick something, and focus on it. Don't try to think, just focus on something else. You can do that for me, right?
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[The voices don't stop. Polnareff's hands come away from his ears, because they've done nothing to muffle the sounds. And that doesn't make sense, how the hell can that not work, Bruno's voice had been muffled but--]
Can't you hear that?
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Hear what?
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[He's sounding like a madman, he realizes, but he can barely hear himself think, much less try and reword anything he's saying.]
I can't fucking think, it's-- I don't know what's happening--
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[It's a useless gesture because Bruno knows it doesn't reasonable do anything to lower the volume in Polnareff's head, but he runs his fingers through Polnareff's hair, fingernails grazing along his scalp occasionally.]
You need to calm down, Jean. [Bruno might not know what exactly to do to fix this -- or at least alleviate a part of it -- but Polnareff eking into a panic can only spell trouble. Calming down though is something much easier said than done most likely, especially if that's all he's given for direction. Bruno thinks the most obvious solution is something outside of himself, out of his own head even if it's just for a few seconds. Bruno remains as steady as he can, his hand shifting from Polnareff's hair to hold his cheek.] I know it's hard and it's not going to probably stop what's happening, but pick something -- me, a spot on the ceiling, the blankets, just pick something, and focus on it. Don't try to think, just focus on something else. You can do that for me, right?