“I just…it seemed safe, you know? I don’t like pills, even if I could afford them. I don’t want the risks and weed is…” Izzy shrugged. “I don’t even like it, but it’s the only thing that relaxes me after I have one of those dreams and…I didn’t really know I could have panic attacks from triggers like this.”
“Well, apparently you can,” Justin said softly.
“Here, let’s get up and go sit down on the other couch,” Wyatt murmured.
It took some effort to get his body to work again after being curled up in a corner for a while. Izzy felt shaky and would’ve stumbled without Wyatt being there to balance and support him
Once they settled on the couch adjacent from Justin’s and Wyatt curled up against Izzy, still holding his hand and making sure the connection was there.