[Terry just lets him vent, watching him go from panicked and manic, to tired and lost. It's...hard to watch is an understatement, and Trauma can't help but flinch at the shout because even though he can't feel it, it's not hard to tell how fucking freaked Claudio is. He'd have shifted by now, and he knows it. Small fucking miracles, right?

Terry starts to wonder, really, what made him so sure there was a problem here. He could've handled his crap differently and maybe- Fuck. No. Not the point.

He wraps the free hand around the back of Claudio's neck, trying to get him grounded, somehow. ]

If I say whatever happened is fine, it's fine. Listen to me, okay?

[Terry tries his hardest to get some kind of sincerity across because, while he sucks at this kind of thing, he's been on the other end of this realization, and it sucks. (Why the fuck couldn't he just believe it was an accident.)]

You're not insane. Whatever thing on the fucked up power roulette you ended up with, we'll figure it out. Okay?

[And Terry just ends up in a loop of sort of mindless repeating of the same ideas to try and get him to calm the fuck down and stay there.]

Powers can be trained. It's nothing. I promise.