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[originlprankstr]

He dropped down onto the bed, curling himself up underneath the covers, pulling them over his head and curling himself into the tightest ball he could before he let the tears come. He wasn't the only one who had perfected the art of crying silently and although he tried to stop them the tears fell swiftly down his cheeks, quickly soaking the fabric

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[keyboardgenius]

He hadn't been lying, he could see Sweep breaking and it was getting to him. They were a family. Yes, Sweep, Caz, Becca and Steph were one hardcore unit. He had Sooty but that didn't mean the others weren't his too. So he walked up to Sweep's room, not really knocking as he stepped into the room and moving towards the bed, half fearing what he'd find.

Peeling back the blankets and taking a peek, he swore softly because he saw the tears and he saw the short breaths. So he pulled up the blankets more, kicking off his boots before climbing under and moving to wrap his arms around the other man from behind. Just holding him tightly.

[originlprankstr]

He resisted the strong overwhelming urge to tell whoever it was to fuck off, even in half sleep he didn't want anyone at all seeing him like this. But this wasn't Becca, or Sweep, or Caz, the smell was different so he simply lay there, not doing much of anything, willing the tears to stop or at least slow, but if anything they got worse. Why couldn't he do anything, wave a magic wand, make the pain and the fear and the cravings go away. They were witches, why couldn't they do that? Why couldn't he do that? He sniffled as loudly as he could, his breathing incredibly short like he'd forgotten how to breathe at all and why couldn't he be left alone?

[keyboardgenius]

"Dude, relax." He murmured, shifting his weight back a bit and moved his hand to Sweep's back, rubbing gently. "Slow breaths." He murmured, licking his lips as he looked at the back of his buddy's head and then back down to where he was rubbing his back. He wanted to take the pain away, he just wanted to make Sweep, Caz and Becca all feel better. Closing his eyes, he clenched back the urge to freak out. He was going to remain calm, just like he always did. Later, he might go somewhere else and get fucked right out of his head but he had made a vow not to do it around them anymore.

[originlprankstr]

He choked slightly at Judge's words, trying desperately to concentrate on breathing but the more he tried the worse it got and he couldn't really remember the last time it had been this bad. He struggled between sobbing and trying to catch his breath, neither of which he could do properly. "Can't," he murmured, tears falling harder, the light headedness coming quicker than he was prepared for as he wrenched away, trying to get to his feet and stumbling, only just managing to reach out for the dresser, a frustrated sob escaping him that was loud in the quiet of the room. "Can't," he tried again, again trying desperately to calm down.