*tears his hands from his face and glares at you again, all of the fury and hurt and terror (you're going to repeat all of this, aren't you?) surging to the fore, his pulse slamming up into his throat—*
*—when the world suddenly fuzzes in from the edges, and turns sideways, and he's reeling to his knees, breathing too-fast too-much, fingers clawing into his shirtfront (can't breathe), and there is nothing like the despair of having drowned in this once, only to feel it coming on again*