[None of this is alright. It's all very distressing. He wishes he could describe what's going on right now but he's having trouble sorting it out in his head let alone forcing the words out.]
[He finally pulls his hand away, but his eyes are still squeezed shut like he's trying to focus on making his body obey him and stop freaking out. It's a losing battle.]
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[None of this is alright. It's all very distressing. He wishes he could describe what's going on right now but he's having trouble sorting it out in his head let alone forcing the words out.]
[He finally pulls his hand away, but his eyes are still squeezed shut like he's trying to focus on making his body obey him and stop freaking out. It's a losing battle.]