[The promise of softer, gentler moments help - the imagery gives him something else to latch onto, and the soft knock of his legs helps to pull him outside himself just a little more. He starts to level out his breathing, moving his hands from where they had been hugging his own shoulders to rest flat against the enamel of the tub.
He doesn't have to be alone. He can go somewhere else, he can go where he is safe and welcome. Slowly, slowly, the glow fades down from his eyes, the hiss of steam quieting down.]
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He doesn't have to be alone. He can go somewhere else, he can go where he is safe and welcome. Slowly, slowly, the glow fades down from his eyes, the hiss of steam quieting down.]
...W-who is...who is Beans?