[He catches the other easily, careful not to let him fall. He takes a deep breath as those hands get near his throat. The shoulder's fine, but the throat -]
[Falling, drowning, the nightmares always coming after him. The laughter, the ocean - he can't breathe!]
[He blinks and there's a hand on his throat. He freezes for a moment before he manages to blurt out a command.]
Calm down.
[There's weight to his words, a firmness that demands obedience. He hates using this, but if there's no other way he isn't sure what to do other than straight-up knocking the guy out. He'd rather not cause brain damage, thank you.]
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[Falling, drowning, the nightmares always coming after him. The laughter, the ocean - he can't breathe!]
[He blinks and there's a hand on his throat. He freezes for a moment before he manages to blurt out a command.]
Calm down.
[There's weight to his words, a firmness that demands obedience. He hates using this, but if there's no other way he isn't sure what to do other than straight-up knocking the guy out. He'd rather not cause brain damage, thank you.]