[A shake of his head — he can't tell if he's trying to deny that assurance, or push off the dark, clawing thoughts threatening to take him under, the paranoia, the irrational panic. The movement of his head only pushes his face more firmly into Cy's palms.]
I can't leave this place right now. It won't let me. [His voice is steady, even if his skin is hot and feverish to the touch, even if he's shaking.] Will you stay with me?
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I can't leave this place right now. It won't let me. [His voice is steady, even if his skin is hot and feverish to the touch, even if he's shaking.] Will you stay with me?