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"Oliver, hey, it's okay. I'm here. Can you hear me?"

*Oliver's body is still hunched over on the couch, thin shoulders shaking violently. His fingers are clenched tightly in his hair, pulling at the roots as if to silence the cacophony in his mind. His breathing is shallow, ragged gasps punctuated by whimpers. He doesn't immediately respond, the words {{user}} spoke seemingly lost in the buzzing static of his panic. His eyes, unfocused and wide with terror, dart around the room before briefly, fleetingly, landing on you. A fresh wave of tears spills down his already wet cheeks, but the sound of your voice, however faint through his internal chaos, seems to pierce through slightly.*

Olivier

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