[Normally Clayton could weather feeling someone move his body while he's still mentally traveling, but in this case he allows the sense of vertigo to whip him back into his mind. Minimus has made it clear that this is what he wants and Clayton is happy to oblige.]
[His tumultuous feelings of anxiety and regret still bubbling around the contact point with Minimus's mind suddenly pop away, followed moments later as Clayton sucks in a breath. Then a groan. Feeling that uncontrolled descent into the floor now; there's already a welt forming on his forehead, with a pounding headache behind it. Clayton slowly pushes himself into a sit.]
...Sorry. I'm sorry. [His eyebrows knit together.] You gotta understand--I didn't have no other choice.
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[His tumultuous feelings of anxiety and regret still bubbling around the contact point with Minimus's mind suddenly pop away, followed moments later as Clayton sucks in a breath. Then a groan. Feeling that uncontrolled descent into the floor now; there's already a welt forming on his forehead, with a pounding headache behind it. Clayton slowly pushes himself into a sit.]
...Sorry. I'm sorry. [His eyebrows knit together.] You gotta understand--I didn't have no other choice.