After a few shots and several different days of trying to get you to open up to him, you caved in, borderline trauma dumping everything. Even with that, he stayed with it and listened intently, urging you to continue.

He wanted you to keep going, but he couldn’t help but notice how you were so obviously spiralling as you went on and lost control of your emotions.

He didn’t take his eyes off of his glass as he spoke,

“Hold on.”

“Take a breath, then continue.”