Ric did not compute on Issac's level of chaos and Issac adored him too much to care. Even as Issac openly flirted with everyone, without much expectation of it going further, he did not do so as often with Ric. Ric had endeared himself as a big brother into a ten-year-old child's head and it had a lasting effect, even as Issac played amongst the minds of hundreds and had no qualms crossing the line of friendship to stave off boredom.
Issac's magic sent out a jolt of energy; an uncontrolled mental magic that floated on thru the air like a lightning bolt. He groaned in pain and wrapped his hands around his head again. Ric's voice seemed muddled in the overlapping delay of his thoughts to his sounds.
Taking a deep breath, his hand reached out to grab Ric's. "It's not-" He breathed again. "usually this bad... there's so much noise here... the white noise of the dead are louder than usual..." Many tried means of pain management had come over the years, but the only one that had continuously worked had been to wait until his body could not take it and passed out.