June 4, 1986 - Like Someone's Walking on My Grave

[faithfulclublet]

He isn't sure why it's something that happens. Isn't sure why things can get so absolutely overwhelming when everyone and everything else is still so sunny. It's likely at least partially to do with the same hormones that are having him grow like a weed, but he doesn't think that's all.

He especially doesn't think that's all today, when he wakes up from a nightmare he can't remember to a sense of dread that lingers the rest of the day.

It's got him moving in a haze. It's got him not really paying attention when people are talking to him.

It has him struggling to string the words together when he finally realizes he needs to answer a question he didn't hear, "--Sorry. What was that, again?"

Comments

indeed so ;w;

[faithfulclublet]

"Maybe not usually, yeah."

Because he can brood, about a lot of things. Does, often enough.

"But right now I'm just-- nn."

He doesn't know what to say about the feeling he's having.

/swaddles them

[ofthecubs]

Ah, there it is. Edgar shifts in his seat, leaning to properly rest his elbows on his knees.

"Just what, Drew?"

Don't hold it all in, buddy. That never works out.

/sniffles

[faithfulclublet]

He'll take that as a signal to flop into the chair across from him, burying his head in his hands.

"It's stupid."

[ofthecubs]

More progress. There's the hint of a smile under the overall sympathetic sheen as he leans more heavily onto one elbow.

"So 'm I. C'mon. Won't get better if you don't share."

[faithfulclublet]

"...I don' even know what it is, really."

And that's one of the things so difficult to understand. It's not a real problem, after all.

"I just-- had a really bad dream last night 'nd-- 've been feeling awful ever since I woke up."

[ofthecubs]

"Oh yeah?" For a moment, his lower lip goes between his teeth, thoughtful and quiet. "What kind of bad dream?"

[faithfulclublet]

"I--"

And he sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair in clear distress.

"--I think someone was-- trying t'kill me. In the dream. A-and it felt so real-- I know it's dumb, I just..."

It'd shaken him.

[ofthecubs]

There's a moment's pause. A moment's consideration. A moment's gauging exactly where Andrew's frazzled mind is.

Then there's an easy movement to get up and move. To pull his arms easily--just a little protectively--around the other boy's slumped shoulders.

"That sucks."

[faithfulclublet]

Being held helps. He can wriggle to bury his face against Edgar and let loose a bit of a shaky breath.

"'s like it was really happening, Ed. 've been feeling like someone's gonna jump out at me all day."

[ofthecubs]

"That's the worst."

Thankfully, it's also the sort of thing that gets better. It's the sort of feeling that sometimes takes a few days to wear off completely, but it never lasts forever.

Hopefully, arms tight around Andrew will help with this as much as they do with other nerves and pains.

[faithfulclublet]

"It is."

But being held helps. Being held means he's going to stay clinging close as long as possible, just to feel less shaky again.

[ofthecubs]

"Won't be forever."

Which doesn't help with the moment, of course. That's not the way this sort of rough emotion works.

"Got you, though."

Which probably helps just a little more.

[faithfulclublet]

"I know."

And it does help. It means he gets to burrow in and breathe, just like he always does when he gets overwhelmed with things.

[ofthecubs]

It's nice, knowing his friend fits in snugly here. It's nicer, knowing his friend takes advantage of that when he needs to.

"Always, yeah?"

[faithfulclublet]

"I know."

And he does his best to take advantage of that fact, as much as he can let himself.

[ofthecubs]

"'s go sit outside, okay?"

In part, of course, because there were fewer places to be jumped out from by imagined threats. Much more in part, of course, because the fresh air would help everything settle just a bit more.

[faithfulclublet]

"Sure."

It would help. Not as much as the company already does, but it's no small contribution.