#heavily inspired by rafael’s recent comments on 4x04… clearly

[strandnreyes]

Columbine (red or purple - your choice) :)

Going for red ❤️

Panic attacks and those who help us through them.

“Breathe. Breathe baby, breathe.”

Carlos holds onto that—the rumble of TK’s voice in their dark bedroom, the rise of TK’s chest, the warm puffs of air on his cheek from how close TK sits to him.

He forces air into his own lungs, past the lump in his throat. Each word out of TK’s mouth is another breath in. His heart slows, no longer beating painfully fast.

The familiar walls of their home come back to him. They’re bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight that is nothing like the sun shining through dusty curtains on a kitchen floor like where Carlos was only a handful of minutes ago.

But he wasn’t there. Not anymore.

Embarrassment washes through him. He doesn’t voice it, TK would tell him there’s no need, but it’s been weeks. He thought the nightmares were getting better. They should be better.

“Sorry,” he chokes out, his voice sounding foreign. He can’t look up yet.

“You don’t have to apologize,” comes the whispered response.

Lips press to his forehead. His fiancé’s lips.

TK is here. This is a safe space. I am safe.

Carlos holds onto those short truths, the realest things he knows right now.

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