By the time he returns, Jacob's still curled up in the corner, but his hands have stopped shaking. He has his face buried in his knees.
The alarms have stopped, thank god, and he can think a little more about it. But - he breathes through the moment, not even looking up when the door opens again.
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:27 pm (UTC)The alarms have stopped, thank god, and he can think a little more about it. But - he breathes through the moment, not even looking up when the door opens again.