[ He's having a panic attack. Her sympathy for him grows and she takes a step towards him before she stops abruptly. She remembers back to her first real panic attack in this place; she remembers how wild and terrified she had been; how she tried to lash out. And she remembers what Peter did to calm her. ]
Hey, hey, look at me. [ She keeps her voice firm as she tries to get him to focus on her. ] Breathe with me. In. [ She takes a deep breath in and holds it for several seconds before she releases it slowly. ] Out.
HOT UNCLE SUMMER
YOUR FUTURE, HUSBAND. // FUCK YOU & FUCK UR MOTHER. // I'D RATHER BELIEVE IN NOTHING THAN BEG FOR MY FUCKING LIFE //
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:35 pm (UTC)Hey, hey, look at me. [ She keeps her voice firm as she tries to get him to focus on her. ] Breathe with me. In. [ She takes a deep breath in and holds it for several seconds before she releases it slowly. ] Out.