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“It’s okay” I hug hiot you”

I pull hi while he leans over, pal hurt h the rational part ofa panic attack

I grab his forearether we sink to the floor He leans back against hs I pull the bag open and look into his eyes as I lower it over his mouth

“It’s okay You’re here with me, with Gwen”

His dazed eyes cling to mine, even as his chest puainst his chest andover his mouth, I look up at him

“Barrett, you’re with Gwenna We’re in my kitchen Feel my arm around you? You’re okay”

I squeeze hi With my free hand, I stroke his neck

“You’re here withtacos After we eat, I want to show you your Myers-Briggs profile, and you can laugh at what a dork I a over…so I did so for you Do you want to see?”

He blinks at me, and he see air out of the bag anymore His shoulders are still tense, but his frenzied breaths are cal mine

I have this i out the front door when I used to have a flashback Anything to move, outrun the moment

“Co off hisontoand lead hih the den and my office

We step into ht Then I lead him over to the bed, where I flip a button on the extension cord draped over hts up It’s striped with lines of Christhts

“When I used to have nightmares, I would wake up to these and it would pull me back here faster”

I watch hihts

“Come here…”