The tension in his chest winds down slightly, until he can't find any words at all. So he just butts his head into Victor's shoulder. He can't think himself out of feeling bad, not when his brain is screaming at him that it's his fault, but he can take refuge in the warmth of Victor's body. He can focus on how solid he feels, on the rise and fall of his chest.
Having something solid to hold onto, a tether to the here and now, makes it easier to get out of being stuck in his own head.
"I just should've done something different. Somehow."
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"I should've -- I just --"
He looks for the words and can't find them.
"I should've --"
The tension in his chest winds down slightly, until he can't find any words at all. So he just butts his head into Victor's shoulder. He can't think himself out of feeling bad, not when his brain is screaming at him that it's his fault, but he can take refuge in the warmth of Victor's body. He can focus on how solid he feels, on the rise and fall of his chest.
Having something solid to hold onto, a tether to the here and now, makes it easier to get out of being stuck in his own head.
"I just should've done something different. Somehow."