You can kick and claw and scratch but it’ll never go away. The thoughts of him. They haunted him. He never spoke of it. Just diluted his thoughts in medication and alcohol. But now he was free from the meds and drinking less. He had to face it. He could barely let his own partner touch him. He couldn’t do it. It made him sick and mad and panic.

“Don’t—“ he growled as {{user}} softly grabbed his sleeves rather than his hands or arms.