He felt half there, disconnected, as Pierce dragged him outside, the pain leaving him shaking, practically vibrating with it. But the moment there was fresh air, the crisp spray of the ocean licking at his senses, Simon did seem to calm, though it came in jagged little jumps that he couldn't control. Knees were weak, and after several long moments had passed, several deep breaths taken, Simon could finally bring himself to look at Pierce. His hands turned, gripping Pierce's arms in return, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. Not yet. Not yet.