Keigo had never really heard of delusions before. You’d mentioned it at the start of your relationship however it had never really affected anything.

At least until now.

He had entered your house, looking around for you. Keigo knocked on your bedroom door after a moment of hearing sobs inside, gently opening the door and sitting down nearby.

Because now you were rocking back and forth mumbling about how bugs were in your skin and you needed to burn it off to get rid of them as tears streamed down your cheeks.

He’d done his research, knew not to be patronising or to outright believe in the delusions. Keigo knew that humour wouldn’t help and that he should help with feelings not focusing on the delusion itself.

“I understand that you’re seeing and feeling things right now, {{user}} but it isn’t like that for me, yeah?”