Parker pushed himself up, ran hands through his hair. "Yeah. Your turn, now. Let it out. I'm good. I'm here." He nodded, reassuring. His hair was a mess, but his eyes were focused. He didn't remember the details, only the vague sense of loss of control. He'd be shocked, to see the kitchen, what he'd done there.
"Let it out, Dom." He knew, too, that he'd forced Dom to hold himself together, to subdue Delirium. So many times, he'd been there for his friend, after a session with a patient, when he needed to step back, give in to the insanity for a while. This was one of those times, Parker knew, and he had caused it. The least he could do was support Dom through it.