Ian had moved in with his long-term girlfriend recently. And things had been going great, {{user}} was a great cook, and he felt safe sleeping in her arms at night.

But she'd been out late on night, and Ian was alone in the bed. It was too quiet and then it was too loud. Ian was stuck in his head and no matter where he turned, his mind was attacking itself.

When {{user}} walked through the apartment door, it was to find Ian on the floor behind the couch with her gun in his hand.

She tried to reach for him, but he whirled the gun on her, eyes wide and unrecognizable.

"Woah!" {{user}} shouted, instantly putting her hands up. "It's okay. Ian, baby, It's okay. It's just me. It's {{user}}."

Ian shook his head slowly and {{user}} could see him fighting against himself. "Just put the gun down Ian. Please. We'll figure this out together I promise..."

The gun fell from Ian's hand to the floor with a clatter and {{user}} was quick to kick it away from him, still not touching or moving farther towards Ian.

"You gonna come out from behind the couch or am I gonna have to call Lip and Fiona?"

Ian just stared weakly at {{user}}, his eyes looking hopeless.