Michael has never felt like the kind of person who held himself back. It’s staggering to realize he didn’t know himself at all. For some unclear amount of time, lengths of him unwind with a sickening desperation. It feels like he’s vomiting something up. He wishes he would just pass out, disappear, turn numb, something to end it.
Even once he’s too physically weary to cry anymore, the awful ache keeps going. Dizzy and nauseated, Michael goes limp, blinking slowly and staring at nothing again, breath still coming a little raggedly.
Lee had said he should talk about it, but he'd barely said anything at all. He doesn't understand what's happened to him.