PHOEBE
there's a bulletproof bond
He still seems far away, present, but not. With each passing moment it seems her suspicions are more and more likely. "Are you full?" she asked him as she set aside her own, barely touched plate. She felt a desperate need to coax him out of this headspace. It was clearly clouding his mind, distracting him from the present, pulling him to whatever trauma he bore that brought him to this point.
"Yes. Anxiety. Sometimes it presents as explosive anger." she said calmly, scootching closer to him. She ran her fingers gently across his back, trying to calm him in whatever way she could. Physical contact seemed to help keep him from sliding backwards into his darkened musings. "Well, you're a bigger fellow, so it might take a few minutes. Give it some time." she said gently, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "If you would...I would like you to start drinking this tea twice a day. I really think it would help you." she said, concern evident in her gaze.
"Yes. Anxiety. Sometimes it presents as explosive anger." she said calmly, scootching closer to him. She ran her fingers gently across his back, trying to calm him in whatever way she could. Physical contact seemed to help keep him from sliding backwards into his darkened musings. "Well, you're a bigger fellow, so it might take a few minutes. Give it some time." she said gently, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "If you would...I would like you to start drinking this tea twice a day. I really think it would help you." she said, concern evident in her gaze.
between me and you
