[ He doesn't resist, only making sure she's steady on her feet before he lets himself be drawn over to the bed. He sits down unsteadily, ears ringing, and he can't tell if the rushing in his head is from general dizziness or that awful, awful noise.
Neal braces his hands on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to breathe. ]
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Neal braces his hands on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to breathe. ]
That... did not sound like a storm.