[ it is hard, to try and shut away the constant shouting inside his head, the way his anxiety has multiplied into full-blown panic, but even if she can't quite silence it, what she does is make his world narrow into a pin-point focus until everything around them is meaningless, his eyes fixed on her, her voice the only sound he allows himself to hear.
he doesn't quite manage words, but he nods. in... out. in... out. his breaths don't quite match hers, still shallow, still resembling more the breaths of someone who is slowly drowning, fighting for the last drops of oxygen.
still — it's better. slowly, the tide of panic withdraws, ceases boiling over, spilling over the edges of his mind. ]
Is... is this... alright?
[ the question makes no sense, but at least he's speaking. ]
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he doesn't quite manage words, but he nods. in... out. in... out. his breaths don't quite match hers, still shallow, still resembling more the breaths of someone who is slowly drowning, fighting for the last drops of oxygen.
still — it's better. slowly, the tide of panic withdraws, ceases boiling over, spilling over the edges of his mind. ]
Is... is this... alright?
[ the question makes no sense, but at least he's speaking. ]