❪ he curls his fingers against the fabric of rich's shirt, breathing tiredly but slowly coming down from the adrenaline rush brought up when waking. it helps, he finds, to simply take it what he can about richie— his voice, his scent and just little nonsensical things. it helps though and after a quiet moment the shudders of fear have mostly settled down. ❫

Don't think I've earned enough vacation time at work yet. Don't think they'd go for the excuse of me needing to be with you because I have shitty dreams either.

❪ of course, it was more than just the bad dreams— the asthma and panic attacks were the second worst part. he hates having to push so much on rich but he really had become this light of safety for him turning these moments. ❫