[ It's like he can read Ian like a book. Like he's somehow incorporated the science of what makes him tick into his aerospace engineering degree. The if, then of Ian Fowler. If he's having a panic attack, then gently grab him by the face and snap him back into the moment. Give his mind a fighting edge over his body, the advantage he needs to take back control over himself.
He'll eventually get there. Through sheer exposure alone, through experience, he'll become desensitized to this fear. Probably. Maybe. It's just gonna take more than three days, is all.
His lips twitch up at wizard.
God damn it, James.
They're ready to go. He's ready to go, and never see this fucking cabin again. The bag goes out, five or six feet to the grass below. Ian's next, easy enough because this isn't the kind of physical he struggles with. Doesn't take much core strength to pull himself up into the window ledge and then transition himself over without lingering too long on glass.
He drops easily, gracefully down. Plucks up his bag again, slings it over his shoulder.
Feels anxiety clench at him almost immediately, leftover from the last time they weren't in the same room together. ]
Hey, c'mon, please. Now. No last minute grabs, just come on.
[ Seriously, he's got that creeping fear that something's going to keep Mace in and seal him out, or the goddamn earth will swallow the building up whole and leave him behind alone.
It's fostering codependency. He's gonna start struggling to be outside of arm's reach before you know it. He's not proud of it. ]
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He'll eventually get there. Through sheer exposure alone, through experience, he'll become desensitized to this fear. Probably. Maybe. It's just gonna take more than three days, is all.
His lips twitch up at wizard.
God damn it, James.
They're ready to go. He's ready to go, and never see this fucking cabin again. The bag goes out, five or six feet to the grass below. Ian's next, easy enough because this isn't the kind of physical he struggles with. Doesn't take much core strength to pull himself up into the window ledge and then transition himself over without lingering too long on glass.
He drops easily, gracefully down. Plucks up his bag again, slings it over his shoulder.
Feels anxiety clench at him almost immediately, leftover from the last time they weren't in the same room together. ]
Hey, c'mon, please. Now. No last minute grabs, just come on.
[ Seriously, he's got that creeping fear that something's going to keep Mace in and seal him out, or the goddamn earth will swallow the building up whole and leave him behind alone.
It's fostering codependency. He's gonna start struggling to be outside of arm's reach before you know it. He's not proud of it. ]