He was going to be fine. He was going to pull it together and they could continue talking or arguing or whatever the hell it was that they were doing, and it would be okay, because he wasn't going to have a fucking breakdown there on his bed.
Except then her hand was on his back and he couldn't breathe all over again and it felt like his eyes were on fire and the only way to breathe was to cry.
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Except then her hand was on his back and he couldn't breathe all over again and it felt like his eyes were on fire and the only way to breathe was to cry.