Rekker didn't even answer because he'd gone like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and fixed. It takes a moment before he hugs Bjorn back, trembling, clammy cold skin, and ice cold hands. Rekker wasn't alright. His heart felt like it was going to explode or climb out of his throat, who knew which would happen first.
"A little." He answered shakily but that was a lie. The bottle had been nearly empty when he dropped it on the floor. Bjorn had seen mild panic attacks but nothing this bad from the ginger. He finally pushes out of the hug because it felt suffocating. He's panting hard and staring at the Swede.
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Date: 2022-02-14 09:51 pm (UTC)"A little." He answered shakily but that was a lie. The bottle had been nearly empty when he dropped it on the floor. Bjorn had seen mild panic attacks but nothing this bad from the ginger. He finally pushes out of the hug because it felt suffocating. He's panting hard and staring at the Swede.