there's a flaw in my design

Grimshaw was stuck in his horrible nightmare, fighting frantically to break free from it's confines but held into it like the crystal held onto him and weighed him down. Much like in the memory, Grim couldn't escape the dream either. His legs thrashed as he swam violently in his nightmare, reaching longingly for the light that shined at the surface. It went on like this for what seemed like hours to the young man twitching and suffering through massive reflexes, but wasn't but an hour or so to the awake. His crying and whining hadn't gone unnoticed, but unfortunately just the presence of another wouldn't wake him. But when he was touched, it changed everything and suddenly the man was anything but asleep, gasping for breath as if he'd been holding his the whole time he'd been asleep. His eyes were wide, pupils nothing but a tiny dot as he stared straight at Malachai in the first moment he was awake.

In the second moment, Grimshaw scrambled to press himself into Malachai in some form of a tackling hug. Malachai had saved him from the real drowning event, so waking up to see the man looking down at him was exactly what he needed. As Grimshaw pressed into Malachai and his arms wrapped tightly around him, his face buried into his chest so that he could sob out of exhaustion, fear, and everything else that had been bottling up inside of him.

"Speech."