"I seriously don't see what everyone else freaks out about," Chris said, an honest reply as he sifted through these melded thoughts. There was a part which was still definitely his and part that was still definitely Cole's, yet they were open to each other if they saw fit to wander around. It was like a large, open house that had been stitched together and all the locks removed. Being in proximity was the only option, no way to fully disconnect, and the movements of Cole's body felt like an echo of Chris's own.

Floating was the best way to put it. Being sent adrift in the newly-made mind that resulted in the mishmash. Chris could see how easy it would be to get lost, follow the proverbial rabbit, just one wrong move sending thoughts spiraling off in the wrong direction and taking the house of cards down with him.

He focused. Extended their right arm, twisted their wrist, stretched their fingers before folding the hand into a fist. Thumbs up. Those eggheads could suck it, no matter whatever placating drivel they were giving over the radio now that contact had been established. Easy-peasy.