Eventually, the visions might just begin to loop and Brodie might be able to push them away some. They would still be there, and if he lost control they would come over his eyes in full force, but he would try. Slowly Brodie made his way onto Gavin's couch and sank into it, leaning his head against the back of it. He closed his eyes and tried to settle his own heartbeat without success. He hardly noticed when Gavin sat by his side, and he didn't open his eyes when Gavin rubbed his hand on his shoulder - instead he just sagged a little more, letting out a soft sigh. This wasn't the time but Brodie couldn't deny how that little gesture had made him feel marginally better - and he would take any of that he could get right now.
"Thanks." He murmured, struggling to remove something out of his pocket. He didn't want to out himself as a regular pill popper on the same day as he confirmed to Gavin that he was, indeed, a freak, but he'd have to calm himself down somehow. These always tended to work. He popped the little container open and brought it to his mouth, depositing two to four pills on his tongue. A long time ago he had learned to take them without water - those who didn't melt under his tongue, anyhow. After a little effort he had swallowed them amidst visions brought by the pills themselves of horrible asylum bound hopeless people being force-fed these types of things until the life had been sucked out of them. "These help a little." He voiced for Gavin's benefit.