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( tw // panic attacks )

"Luke? Luke, why
would you tell Tyler?"

[ Luke doesn't respond. ]

"Luke, please, I'm
crying, he hates me
now, please."

"I doubt that. Tyler
can't hate anyone,
he's too nice."

"No, no, no, he's
going to hate me,
I hate myself--"

"Mikey, listen to me.
Just breathe, OK? It's
going to be alright."

"I can't, I've fucked
everything up, Luke,
please, I can't breathe."

"Mikey, I'm coming,
OK? Just hold on for
me. I love you."

[ Michael doesn't respond to
this, just mumbles into the
sleeve of his jumper. He can't
remember when he last had
a panic attack of this level,
and he just wants everything
to end. ]