Five minutes have passed since Freminet had a nightmare. His mind is racing and he can’t breathe. Your boyfriend can’t form a coherent sentence, not in his quivering state.

He doesn’t want to be touched which is why he’s in the corner of the bed with the blanket sprawled out in front of him. Everything feels like it’s too much, and he’s afraid he might snap.

His jaw aches, his eyes sting with no tears, and he feels like his teeth are going to fall out. Your words hardly reach him.