[He presses as close as he can to his brother. His mind is still sputtering, still struggling to process what's real, and part of him still feels like he's there. Fire, there'd been fire - god, he can still smell it. Them. Those were people. His parents - not his parents, they looked nothing like the twins' parents.

He just...he needs a while. Hours, maybe longer - he won't be okay for a while. But as his thoughts clear and his heartbeat starts slowing down, as he comes back to where he is...he knows his brother has been right here with him the whole time. Terrified, probably. Lonán knows he would be, if it had been Rommy instead of him.

And maybe it's still lingering guilt from the....hallucination? Memory? He doesn't know anymore.]

...S....sorry...