[Hmm. Ferran scratches the back of his neck, expression twisted in thought. It's a little awkward, but the necessity of it helps him push past any hangups he has about coming up with vows to be connected to someone.]

Well, we're exchanging energy, right? Mostly for the sake of not... losing our minds. [The blind leading the blind, here.] So, I guess... maybe we can promise to respect each other, and... do our best to keep each other anchored?