[ though otto tries to be gentle about it, norman still goes pale. .. he doesn't remember it, of course. there's a lot he doesn't remember from their time in that other reality-- and from before, waking up on the floor of his bedroom missing days, confused and terrified.

but he's better now. peter--all three of them--and otto had seen to that. the goblin can't return, and he can't hurt anyone ever again. he takes a careful breath and releases it slowly through his nose, fighting the panic trying to crawl up his throat. it's fine, he's here and he's fine and so is otto.

he reaches out, hand fumbling a little, to curl his fingers loosely around the other man's wrist, his other flattening against the bartop. the contact helps ground him. ] I'm sorry anyway, [ he manages after a few breathless moments, dragging his eyes up to the other man's face and squeezing the wrist beneath his palm. he drags his hand away only once he feels steadier, pressing it against the bar next to the other one.

focus, norman. ] .. No, I wouldn't want you to risk trying to shrink them, either. [ god only knows the damage it could do to him. ] All things considered, I expect the owner hasn't even noticed, but that's good of you.