Running fingers repetitively over scars, hyperventilating.
“No worries. Just breathe. Everything will be okay. It’s okay. Relax and breathe. You’ll be alright.”
“Find a corner. Corners are good. Yeah. Corners are good.”
“It’s okey doke. Things will be okey doke. No worries. It’ll be okay. Breathe breathe breathe. “
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It’s oaky.