[ So many things happening in his brain. So many thoughts happening in his brain. His body pushed itself all the way back and tucked in close to itself. What the fuck was he doing? All emotion, synapses rapid firing impulses without thought or reason. Just emotion. The firmness helped, though. It cut through the static and grounded him enough that Wrench pulled his head up to look at Sharon.
You'll lose yourself. An actual fear. One that was strong enough to make him squeak out a quiet sound. Right back to square one. Trying to get out full sentences but the words being caught in the back of his throat. ] How, Iβ can't breathe, and... [ His hands come up to his face where that mask had scorched into his skin. he can, he can breathe, its called a panic attack. ]
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You'll lose yourself. An actual fear. One that was strong enough to make him squeak out a quiet sound. Right back to square one. Trying to get out full sentences but the words being caught in the back of his throat. ] How, Iβ can't breathe, and... [ His hands come up to his face where that mask had scorched into his skin. he can, he can breathe, its called a panic attack. ]