Greg had had a run in with Stacy, and it sent his mind back in that toxic loop. If he was whole, if he was complete, maybe she would’ve stayed. He stood in his living room, slowly taking a step, trying to walk without a limp. He hissed in pain halfway through the step and fell forward onto his recliner. He forced himself to stand, and tried again. Fell. He groaned and made a small sound of agony, standing. Tried again. Fell. Again. Fell. Again. Fell. It was futile, he knew it, but he still tossed himself up, and back down, his face twisted in pain as he made small sounds through his teeth. He was breaking down.