Jesper's voice is a beacon in the storm, something to follow in the ocean of panic and memory that still has claws dug into him, trying to pull him down, down, down into its depths.
"I'm breathing," he snaps, but it's a little shallow yet. In. Out. In. He can control this. He has to. He cannot unravel at the seams in the middle of this booth.
The unwavering way Noah keeps his focus on him just makes him dizzy. Or that's everything else still running circles in his head. But either way. He doesn't try again. Doesn't reach for him at all. And it's those things, so small, so almost throw-away, that keep Noah inside his inner circle here. He pushes, but never too far, always pulls back when it's obvious he needs to. Too bad Kaz is terrible at expressing things like appreciation for things like that.
"Well, that makes one of us." the snap has a little more bite to it this time, though still not quite in full force. He doesn't enjoy admitting weakness, but he supposes there's no sense hiding his uncertainty in the wake of all that.
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"I'm breathing," he snaps, but it's a little shallow yet. In. Out. In. He can control this. He has to. He cannot unravel at the seams in the middle of this booth.
The unwavering way Noah keeps his focus on him just makes him dizzy. Or that's everything else still running circles in his head. But either way. He doesn't try again. Doesn't reach for him at all. And it's those things, so small, so almost throw-away, that keep Noah inside his inner circle here. He pushes, but never too far, always pulls back when it's obvious he needs to. Too bad Kaz is terrible at expressing things like appreciation for things like that.
"Well, that makes one of us." the snap has a little more bite to it this time, though still not quite in full force. He doesn't enjoy admitting weakness, but he supposes there's no sense hiding his uncertainty in the wake of all that.