"No - your brain will stay where it is," Dan chuckled wryly, reaching over and using a tissue to wipe beneath Richie's nose. He was gentle about it, and what he did next he usually he only did this when he was working - in hospice, it was a part of his bedside manner. But here, it was because he just - wanted to. Felt like it was the right thing to do.
So he projected calm, the emotion washing over Richie - it was warm, like early spring, soothing like the percussive rhythm of ocean waves on sand. It was the forest after early morning sunlight kissed all those colors into being. Dan hoped it helped.
"Do you want - maybe you should rest?" he suggested. "I have extra blankets. You can use my room." He'd offer his couch but, well. He didn't have one yet. These houses didn't come all the way furnished.