[ baein's breath hitches once, twice, and it feels like his heart skips a couple of beats when it too stutters in his chest before his body finally sags against hunter's. ]

Calm. Right. Calm... I'm— calm.

[ there's a few more moments where baein quietly lets himself regain his equilibrium, pushing away any thoughts on what's just transpired and instead focusing on hunter's breaths, and the way his nerves goes silent and still the further down he dials his sensors. you'd think he'd fallen asleep if it wasn't for the skip in breath as he shifts. his voice is slurred and slow as he finally finds his words again, marginally more relaxed than before. ]

You spoke t' me. In m' head. [ swallowing, baein turns around to try and catch hunter's eyes. ] What... wha's happenin'? Your back— you... you're bleedin'.

[ pot, meet kettle. ]