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He took her hands, laced his fingers through them and pushed them up against the door over her head. "Listen to me and really hear what I'm saying," he told her. "I just want you to apologize for blowing up. That's it. That's what I want. And I want you to work your shit out with your family. There's something going on there that I don't even understand. Trust me, you have no idea how bad family stuff can get until you end up being the reason one brother shoots the other," he sighed, shaking his head a little. "Your brother loves you. I'm sure that your sister does too. You need to sort that out. Family is all you got in the world. I know because mine is exceedingly small. Trust a guy who knows. You don't want to keep going through life like this."
He sighed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I love you. Fucking psychotically crazy as you are, I do. I want what's best for you. All of these problems are in your head. If you want me to talk to you before I talk to the rest of your family, okay, fine. Can we just put this all behind us, apologize to one another, and make up? I'm fuckin' exhausted." And stressed. To the max.
Then something was wrong. He felt it as soon as it started. He let go of her hands and stepped backwards down the steps, nearly stumbling on the last one as he backed up, trying to find something solid to lean against so he could get seated before it took over entirely. His breathing grew shallow, his voice strangled. "Get Max," he said, the words barely decipherable as his back found the building wall and he slumped down it.