[Softly. He's very fond of John and since he's not trying to hide that fact, it's written all over his face. He finally picks up the tea and settles into the corner of the couch with it, taking a sip.
Evidently plain black tea is perfectly fine with him.]
... It's gonna happen again, isn't it. [If it was just the one panic attack he might not think so, but this is an escalation over months. He keeps his eyes on his drink as he speaks, not really wanting to meet either of their eyes.] Am I just fucking stuck with that happening to me now?
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[Softly. He's very fond of John and since he's not trying to hide that fact, it's written all over his face. He finally picks up the tea and settles into the corner of the couch with it, taking a sip.
Evidently plain black tea is perfectly fine with him.]
... It's gonna happen again, isn't it. [If it was just the one panic attack he might not think so, but this is an escalation over months. He keeps his eyes on his drink as he speaks, not really wanting to meet either of their eyes.] Am I just fucking stuck with that happening to me now?