Nathan startles briefly at the touch, but slightly relaxes his shoulders immediately after. The voice is . . . right. Right, it's Lazarus. It isn't . . . He isn't . . . there.
He swallows, forces himself to slow his breathing, though it still comes out shaky. Wide-eyed, he just stares at the ground for a moment with only the occasional blink. The ground, not the floor. He's outside. He is not in that room. Focus on that. Concentrate.
He digs his fingers into the ground just to reassure himself that this, the safe place, is what is real. Breathe. Just breathe. And maybe in a minute he will be able to talk.
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He swallows, forces himself to slow his breathing, though it still comes out shaky. Wide-eyed, he just stares at the ground for a moment with only the occasional blink. The ground, not the floor. He's outside. He is not in that room. Focus on that. Concentrate.
He digs his fingers into the ground just to reassure himself that this, the safe place, is what is real. Breathe. Just breathe. And maybe in a minute he will be able to talk.