One thing that Adam steadfastly refuses to admit is that he might not be okay, either, and when Leo stands up with that flash of anger, there's a snap of fear inside of him and things...go a little bit funny in his head for a few minutes.
And Leo's beside him, talking, and he has to fight to concentrate on the words rather than the tone. He nods, accepting it as well as he can...
And then Leo brings out that kind voice, and oddly enough, that on top of everything has him unable to breathe again, and he rocks a little bit back and forth, fingernails dug in under his ears, trying to find his breath--while at the same time, paradoxically, he's trying to act like there's nothing wrong. About thirty seconds later, he finally manages to suck in a breath--and it hurts--and he pats his shirt pocket, looking for his cigarettes. (He momentarily forgot that Leo took them. Whoops.)
"So...we're okay, then." A little hoarse, still rummaging around his pockets for his cigarettes. But meaning it.
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And Leo's beside him, talking, and he has to fight to concentrate on the words rather than the tone. He nods, accepting it as well as he can...
And then Leo brings out that kind voice, and oddly enough, that on top of everything has him unable to breathe again, and he rocks a little bit back and forth, fingernails dug in under his ears, trying to find his breath--while at the same time, paradoxically, he's trying to act like there's nothing wrong. About thirty seconds later, he finally manages to suck in a breath--and it hurts--and he pats his shirt pocket, looking for his cigarettes. (He momentarily forgot that Leo took them. Whoops.)
"So...we're okay, then." A little hoarse, still rummaging around his pockets for his cigarettes. But meaning it.