[ Breath in, hold, breath out -- again, again, again.
Sam's hand curls around his ankle and Clint rubs at his temples, easing down in little incremental inches. Their minds are nestled too close together, but it's okay for now. Good, good, trying to breathe comes easier and easier, and the foreign panic slips away.
There's a humorless little laugh, soft, and Clint's hold tightens just a tad. A reassuring little squeeze -- they're fine. ]
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Sam's hand curls around his ankle and Clint rubs at his temples, easing down in little incremental inches. Their minds are nestled too close together, but it's okay for now. Good, good, trying to breathe comes easier and easier, and the foreign panic slips away.
There's a humorless little laugh, soft, and Clint's hold tightens just a tad. A reassuring little squeeze -- they're fine. ]
Nah's good. Give me a minute.