"We got you," Henley agrees solemnly, not quite in time with Jack but close enough that Dylan has a moment of quiet worry, hoping this isn't a sign of damage as much as they all probably need this closeness, right now.

Filing it away for later, when his head doesn't feel like it's going to pop off his shoulders, he moves in to put an arm around Merritt, supporting him as the other Horsemen draw back. "You headed for the bathroom, too? Or should I drop you somewhere else?"