[ Fluttering was a good word for it - Miles is like a butterfly in a bottle here, beating his wings uselessly against the solid wall on the other side of his link. Utter relief as soon as it pops open, even as he immediately checks for damages. No pain, okay. That's a start.
Gregor! What the hell are you doing in there? The relief mixes with worry, bright probing rays of light that would be scorching under the wrong circumstances. Are you okay? Is my brother okay? Because while the first flare of brilliant worry is for Gregor, first and foremost, he's worried about his little brother too, dammit. In the short time he's come to know the man, he's already steadily dedicated to getting him some kind of peace. Another undercurrent too, a sense of not sure which way to turn. Should he be Vorkosigan? Naismith? Neither?
It all comes over in a rush, nearly overwhelming if one isn't used to it. Miles doesn't do well with being cooped up. He's worn little pacing grooves in his mind just in the last fifteen minutes or so. ]
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Gregor! What the hell are you doing in there? The relief mixes with worry, bright probing rays of light that would be scorching under the wrong circumstances. Are you okay? Is my brother okay? Because while the first flare of brilliant worry is for Gregor, first and foremost, he's worried about his little brother too, dammit. In the short time he's come to know the man, he's already steadily dedicated to getting him some kind of peace. Another undercurrent too, a sense of not sure which way to turn. Should he be Vorkosigan? Naismith? Neither?
It all comes over in a rush, nearly overwhelming if one isn't used to it. Miles doesn't do well with being cooped up. He's worn little pacing grooves in his mind just in the last fifteen minutes or so. ]