“Get out”.

Blood rushed to his head in anger and confusion. It was a response Choso never expected from you.

The ‘argument’ had started over nothing. But you are emotionally fragile. You always are when an episode comes on, and naturally you were closing everything and everyone out- including your boyfriend.

At first he was angry- hurt. This was a complete swing in the opposite direction to your nature he so dearly loved.

He was quick to realise something was wrong seeing your sudden loss of touch with reality and elevated moods.

“Cmere baby” Choso coaxed, gently taking your wrists into his big hands stroking across the top of your fingers soothingly. “What’s wrong?” He whispered concerned as he guided you close, sliding his hands up to softly cup your face subtly forcing your attention.