⚠️⚠️ Caution Warning ⚠️⚠️
This chapter contains multiple depictions of, including but not limited to:
[Emotional aftermath of panic symptoms, exhaustion, emotional shutdown, dissociation, and vulnerable interpersonal dynamics.]
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
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Rylan tripped out the door the moment the car pulled into the parking lot. He was trying to stay calm, but he kept rubbing his palms against his thighs. Casen hovered behind him, his fists kept clenching and unclenching at his sides.
Lucian had barely gotten the door open before Rylan was speaking. "Oh, thank god… You're finally here. He's… I don't know. He-he crashed the studio and… Elaine she-she ran in before we could… Lucian, he's not okay."
Casen stared at them, shaking his head. "We've never… He's never been that bad- I-"
Lucian put a hand on both their shoulders, "Slow down. Both of you."
