"Fuuuck!" Sal swears, because it never hurts any less, no matter how many times he breaks his bones. But he knows the pain will fade after a minute or two, and his priority here is to make sure his friend is safe. He grabs Rye by the arm before the wind blows them too far apart, and yells over the storm: "Go back! Go!"

His grip is loose, Rye can pull away easily. But there's something about that energy shock that feels very wrong, and Sal won't let go until he's sure Rye is okay. Fuck this storm, they need to get back inside.