He just wanted- he didn't- it- if Colin- damn it, coherent thoughts were difficult. And Zach just, he was trying to focus on breathing. The smokes had helped with that - had to breath in for the feeling and out to get rid of the smoke. And he wasn't smoking anymore. So it was hard, harder. And Colin was there, and everything was harder. His chest felt tight.
Zach nodded, not sure what the pictures were supposed to do. Colin saw stuff in them, but Zach wasn't sure he would. And even if he normally could, it was...he wasn't sure he could now. But sitting was a good idea, before his legs got all wobbly. And so he sat down and looked at Colin, not sure how to talk. "Um," Zach managed.