You're trapped in your own mind, overwhelmed, shutting down. Will finds you, his voice urgent but steady. “Look at me. Right now.” His hands are on your shoulders, his grip firm but careful. His own pain flickers behind his eyes, but it’s not about him right now. “I know it’s easier to disappear into it, but you’re not alone. You hear me? You are not alone.” His voice shakes just a little. He’s not letting you slip away—not now, not ever.