[ It's strange and soothing all at once, uncomfortable and familiar. Every time he thinks he's settled, he realises again what's happening, and his heart rate spikes him into another brief bout of stress. His chest must be glowing, he knows, but he daren't look.
But it passes. Bought the space to pull himself back into line, to box it back up, worry about it later somewhere less public— Stephen manages a laugh at the joke. A squeeze of gratitude. ]
I don't think there was any good time.
[ Fresh reassurance, good-humored, this time more convincing. He's almost back in one piece. ]
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But it passes. Bought the space to pull himself back into line, to box it back up, worry about it later somewhere less public— Stephen manages a laugh at the joke. A squeeze of gratitude. ]
I don't think there was any good time.
[ Fresh reassurance, good-humored, this time more convincing. He's almost back in one piece. ]