Her brow furrowed and she stepped towards him, tilting her head. “Do you think that we’ve broken up?”
She put her hands to her head, clearly panicking. “Because, Sam, I’m scared, okay? I-I’m scared that we’re not going to be able to work this out or that you or I won’t be able to make it through this, or that there’s something wrong with my brain that I can’t fix...”
He blinked, reaching out to her. "Hey, hey.. There's nothing wrong with your brain, alright? I.. I think we could be okay.. We just need time."
Her lower lip trembled and she took deep, shaky breaths, shaking her head. “An-and you’re leaving and I can’t talk to you about it without feeling awful, and Briar won’t stop trying to be friends and that’s confusing and I just want to be near you, but there’s all this *squee!* in the way that I can’t figure out...”
He went to her, his hand on the side of her arm. "I.. The house isn't going anywhere. I don't have to leave.."
She took a deep, halting breath before wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest.
“I don’t want it to be like this,” she whimpered quietly, muffled by his chest. “I don’t want to have this nervousness when I see you. I just want everything to be back to normal, but I’m worried that it can’t be because of my stupid brain.”
His hand brushed her back. "Your brain is not stupid, okay? You've just gone through something recently."
She fell silent after that, her hand cupping the back of his neck as she tried to calm her breathing.
