(no use in trying to talk to him like he's a child right now, but there's no use lying either. his nickname is in the air, 'demon prodigy' a known title to a few. he wants to sigh again -- it's often more complicated than that. there's a whole lot to unpack, and it won't go anywhere if he doesn't let scott let it out of him - he was born in this. it'd been all he had ever known, and he thought, in his stupid teenage brain, that seeing why others hold on in such circumstances would bring some light to a brain that never stops ticking.)
Scott, breathe. You're spiraling again, and it won't help either of us. Sit, breathe, or I'm leaving.
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Scott, breathe. You're spiraling again, and it won't help either of us. Sit, breathe, or I'm leaving.
(authority is a new weight in his voice.)