Gloved fingers grasped at his t-shirt as he pulled her to him. Her body was still trembling and a part of her hated herself for how desperately she was clinging to him but it was starting to help. The psyches were still there, loud as ever, but her grasp on reality was just that much better with his arms around her. Because she never hallucinated someone telling her that it was going to be okay, only horrible things, and therefore this must be real.