"Nah... nah s'alright, Danny, s'alright," Cai covered Danny's wrist with his other hand, careful, careful. They were just hands, they didn't need to be connected to whatever part of his brain-stem it was that hurled him back and forward in time. The disconnect between body and brain seemed easier even though he was tired, or maybe he was just so anxious for it not to happen? Maybe he'd reached a point where he was too sleep deprived to have a vision? Maybe he was just really good? "I'm just glad you're still here."