sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may, |
To have everything rush back so abruptly after several days of relief from those memories and that life was too much, Sam's system wasn't designed to handle that kind of shock and the only reason he'd survived everything to begin with was that it had been gradual, it had been spread out over the course of several years. It was like the worst kind of overload having it all come crashing back in the space of a few minutes. Sam still felt sick, nauseated and unsteady, his hands were trembling even now after the worst of the panic attack had faded but something told him that feeling wasn't going to be easy to shake off. It never was.
Jo said he didn't need to apologise but it didn't feel that way to him. Apologising seemed like a huge part of not only his life but his identity and that did very little to make him feel better about himself right then. He shouldn't feel better, a voice in the back of his mind whispered sharply, he had caused her distress, disturbed her, stepped out of line. That voice was so familiar his chest ached and his shoulders sagged. "I--" Sam bit back a sound of quiet frustration and shook his head. With his forearm he swiped at his forehead, probably doing very little to clear the smudge of dirt there. "I remembered." That sounded like such a ridiculous explanation but maybe Jo would know what he was talking about.
Would she, though?