[As a social person, someone who did his best to get along with people and thrives on his connections, with everyone he knows suddenly cut away, he's starved. The hand, though uncertain and awkward, is welcome, loads better than the stern grip from before. He keeps breathing, and for a time, that's all there is.
Everything is going to be fine, he reminds himself. He's gone over it more times than he can count, enough for it to be more routine than actual belief. In the end, things always end up coming out for the better. He doesn't have any control over it. He has to trust.]
I... I'm okay. [He's not, but he's as close as he can get right now. Everything is going to be fine. He presses his palms into his eyes, wiping out the tears.] S-sorry, I just had to... get it out of my system.
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Everything is going to be fine, he reminds himself. He's gone over it more times than he can count, enough for it to be more routine than actual belief. In the end, things always end up coming out for the better. He doesn't have any control over it. He has to trust.]
I... I'm okay. [He's not, but he's as close as he can get right now. Everything is going to be fine. He presses his palms into his eyes, wiping out the tears.] S-sorry, I just had to... get it out of my system.