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It only took a few more seconds for Danny to register the presence of a friendly party. Tequila was no threat to him, especially not with the way they had met. He inhaled sharply before grabbing onto the otherās arm and pulling himself up. He made no effort to put space between the two of them, perfectly comfortable to just have his hand on someone he could trust.Ā
Three times he started trying to talk - what should he say? He couldnāt remember what triggered his panic, just that he just needed to go dark, quickly. It had taken him maybe three minutes to turn everything off. It was a practised set of motions by this point. A drill he had perfected with time. Eventually he chose to laugh at the otherās attempt at a joke though it came out more forced than genuine. Maybe if he pretended that there had been no panic at all, then perhaps he could justā forget.
āThis isā fucking- stupid.ā He eventually forced out, shakiness making it difficult to actually keep his voice under control.Ā
Lifting Holt up to his feet was an easy enough task and the agent was content to let him hang on as long as he needed to. Since the only light in the room was what little bit managed to break through the window curtains, no details could be made out. All that Quila could see was his thin frame outlined - Holt didnāt usually look ill, he did now. He was hunched in on himself, head down, feet apart like he was bracing against something, he shook, he wasnāt able to speak.
Post traumatic trauma wasnāt something that he had a whole lot of practice with, but it was something that anyone who had been in the service long enough could recognize.Ā āYa tāis.ā Jesse cracked a grin for his friendās benefit and then guided him back over to the sofa while carefully stepping around the puddle and shards.Ā āSo whatās got you runnin round like some rabbit with a hound on ya, hm?ā










