Event .001
He couldn’t touch. Something was horribly wrong, because he couldn’t touch anything, or anyone, and what if they couldn’t see him, and it was all just a dream; what if he was back where he started, alone, unseen and touch starved?
Small form sat curled into an even smaller ball in the middle of the walkway. He’d tried to lean against the wall, but had passed right through it, same with the front door, and the kitchen table. He’d started out in their apartment, but in his panic had ended up out in the hallway, the best place to have a mental breakdown, of course.
The floor was all he had to ground him and it was doing a subpar job. He was shaking, hands gripping knees in a death grip, and gaze flitted around the empty hall, before settling warily on the stairs, which someone was walking down.
Please see me, please see me, please see me, his mind begs.
“H-hello?” he calls, voice pitched a little too high from panic, but it’s the best he can do, given the circumstances.
