[Wash puts his hand back on Keith's shoulder and focuses, trying to chase away the niggling thought that he has no idea what he's doing. He tries instead to shift that focus, concentrating on pushing away, and...he has no idea if any of this is working. He can't see the memory he's working with this time around anyway - hopefully it's nothing too bad.]
[For Keith, the memory fades: colors dull, sounds deaden and become muffled, and the memory gets harder and harder to hold onto. It's not gone; it's more like he's watching it through a grimy window, one that he'll have a hard time finding again the second he looks away.]
[After a few more seconds, Wash pulls his hand away.]
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[Wash puts his hand back on Keith's shoulder and focuses, trying to chase away the niggling thought that he has no idea what he's doing. He tries instead to shift that focus, concentrating on pushing away, and...he has no idea if any of this is working. He can't see the memory he's working with this time around anyway - hopefully it's nothing too bad.]
[For Keith, the memory fades: colors dull, sounds deaden and become muffled, and the memory gets harder and harder to hold onto. It's not gone; it's more like he's watching it through a grimy window, one that he'll have a hard time finding again the second he looks away.]
[After a few more seconds, Wash pulls his hand away.]
Anything?