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[Donnie keeps up the count for a time, watching his emotions until they even out. Counts a little more. Then he tapers off.]

That is a technique to help with panic attacks. I have them too.

If you're on your own, it can help to tap something, or move your fingers since you've got four. Easier to keep it steady than in your head.

[Wylan nods weakly as he carefully starts to stand up. If he wasn't exhausted before, he most certainly is now. His shoulders are slumped as he nods again, wiping at his eyes.] I will, promise.

Do you promise?

Because you shouldn't make promises you don't intend to keep, especially to a friend, and for you to keep it, you have to live long enough to have another panic attack.

[Wylan stares firmly at Donnie for a moment or two before nodding.] I promise, Donnie. I'm only going back to Wash and he'll keep me safe.

....good, no lies this time. Or there better not be. Being lied to is traumatizing.

[He stands up and he is going to open another drawer and pulls out a tin. And then grabs some chocolate out of it.]

[And well, with how sluggish Wylan is, pretty easy to catch up.]

Eat that. Chocolate is a mood booster. I'll see you out.

Edited 2023-08-02 03:15 (UTC)