"Healers don't help the mental," he retorted. No matter how self-absorbed one might be, it was a very well known thing that Issac's magic gave him an uncontrolled telepathy- most employees had issue with the fact that he automatically picked up their surface thoughts. Of course, Issac also did not normally collapse out in the open like he had. Headaches built into migraines that usually caused him stress after performances.
The movement to wrap his arm around the other man's shoulders accompanied a whine. Issac would have preferred to continue to try to dig into his skull than to move. His legs shook underneath him, the whole world wobbly without the focus needed to stabilize it. "Everyone..."