“Oh!” Minoru’s eyebrows went up. Suddenly, he understood why Ziggy considered that so intimate, far more intimate than physical sex. He hadn’t realized the implications.

“Right... Cocaine levels things.” Minoru remembered Tom mentioning it while Ziggy was literally overdosing.

“The concert was anything but level, however. Especially if the energy is continuously amplified in this empathic feedback loop.” Isamu cocked his head. It made it all the more impressive that he wasn’t affected. “From your description, dare I say that Mister Newton downplayed the levels of magnitude involved. Granted, he also finished the better part of a bottle of gin in our short, but enjoyable, conversation.”

Minoru, though, knew that Tommy had quite a bit to self-medicate for. Ziggy had told him a tiny fraction, and it still made him want to throw up.