All it took was one name.

The name was one shared with Isaac’s abuser.

He became cold and distant towards the team, going quiet and zoning out. Every now and then someone would wave their hand in front if his face and he’d flinch, pretending everything was ok.

Isaac could feel his chest tightening, and his breathing becoming shaky. Price attempted to touch his shoulder and he snapped, getting up and nearly knocking the chair over as he left the meeting.