Out of their control. Out of his control. Part of him still struggles against it, still refuses to acknowledge this. But he can deal with that later. After he's made safe what is his to protect.
... Where that thought came from, he doesn't really want to know. And it doesn't bear thinking on right now. He keeps the eye contact, keeps the pressure on his shoulder, grounding himself through the mess of strange memories and drives, as much as he's trying to reassure the other man.
"But you were."
As much as he wants to calm him down, denying these things is only going to drive them both mad. He can't have that. If they were both soldiers... together... maybe that explains why they feel this way. Why they're so important to each other -- comrades in arms.
"We were." His grip shifts, tightening around the other's bicep instead, a thumb almost absently rolling across the muscle. "Armies need doctors. Field medics... Do not panic now."
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... Where that thought came from, he doesn't really want to know. And it doesn't bear thinking on right now. He keeps the eye contact, keeps the pressure on his shoulder, grounding himself through the mess of strange memories and drives, as much as he's trying to reassure the other man.
"But you were."
As much as he wants to calm him down, denying these things is only going to drive them both mad. He can't have that. If they were both soldiers... together... maybe that explains why they feel this way. Why they're so important to each other -- comrades in arms.
"We were." His grip shifts, tightening around the other's bicep instead, a thumb almost absently rolling across the muscle. "Armies need doctors. Field medics... Do not panic now."