[Maybe he did have too much to drink. A person's voice shouldn't go through him like that. It makes his breath hitch and his skin at the nape of his neck break out in goosebumps. Fighting back a shiver he does watch his step, trying to focus on this and nothing else.
His breathing becomes a little labored, however. Because he did have a fear of close, confined and dark spaces. Fingers trembling as they brush against the wall in front of him. Just... breathe. He needed to breathe.
One step in front of the other.
Breathe.
His breathing is still shallow but he's doing his best to stay calm.]
Y-Yeah. Perfectly okay.
[He didn't sound it, but he was trying to be a trooper about everything. Brushing passed him, trying to be as fast as possible without hecking up his steps or anything.
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His breathing becomes a little labored, however. Because he did have a fear of close, confined and dark spaces. Fingers trembling as they brush against the wall in front of him. Just... breathe. He needed to breathe.
One step in front of the other.
Breathe.
His breathing is still shallow but he's doing his best to stay calm.]
Y-Yeah. Perfectly okay.
[He didn't sound it, but he was trying to be a trooper about everything. Brushing passed him, trying to be as fast as possible without hecking up his steps or anything.
Life is hard.]