He grabs his brother's wrist, fingers circling the smaller frame, and he can feel the thready thrum of Five's pulse under his fingers. The comfort of confirmation he needed immediately and didn't think his brother might stop as quickly as other ways.

"Hey. Are- are you- I didn't see you. In the other place." His mind is moving a hundred miles a minute, and it makes it hard to focus on which part to put out in the world as words. That seems as good a place to start as any, though.