But what could he really tell his brother?
That they didn't mention everything? Like how there were so many kinds!
Or maybe how they didn't talk about what to do after?
But mainly, how would he explain how the wall slam should leave you breathless, with your mind so gooey that you'd still be a puddle for the next hour or so?
Because he was.
Luca's legs were like jelly, and when he was finally returned to his workstation at the manufacturing lab, Xavier had to get him a chair to sit on.
Now, the prince didn't actually think it was good to return him like this, but the flustered yet very responsible dungeon owner received a ping that the machine had finished with its tasks, and all that was left was the assembly.
But really, he should've delayed it.
Because walking felt wrong. Sitting felt wrong. Everything felt wrong.
Or maybe it felt too right.
Because Luca could barely retrieve the parts as he pondered more about what had happened during that long walk toward the lab.
