Topher flinches just for a moment as Gabriel reaches out for him.

It's not particularly pleasant. Having your mind messed with is jarring, and there's a good reason his brain has become this tangled to begin with. A flood of painful memories he'd repressed rush at him, but then the dust starts to settle.

Once Gabe is done, Topher reaches up to rub his forehead. "Like you put my head through a blender," he answers, but he feels... clearer. Like putting him through the blender cleared out the nasty chunks and left him smoother. Though the metaphor might need work.