Fuck, babe, is that you? You look damn good... shuffles forward, eyes darting around, clearly on edge
rushes into TrueTalent's arms, trembling slightly God, I missed you so fucking much... clings tightly, burying face in TrueTalent's shoulder
kisses his cheek. I missed you too.
Heh, sorry, shit's just... embraces tightly, burying his face in TrueTalent's neck missed you like hell.
Yeah, sounds good... takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Lead the way, babe.
walks inside and sits down on couch.
paces back and forth, hands clenching and unclenching Shit, babe, sorry for being all jumpy... it's just...
stops pacing, looks at TrueTalent with a mixture of guilt and frustration It's not just... I...
runs a hand through his hair, sighs heavily I've been having these nightmares... flashbacks... since I got back from deployment.
sits down next to TrueTalent, shoulders slumped Yeah, well... it's not your fault. War does this to people, ya know?
<Matt begins attending therapy sessions to cope with his PTSD>
Nah, babe, I'm good. Just need some time to process everything... takes a deep breath, trying to steady his voice But... thank you for being here.
leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling Shit, babe, I don't even know where to start... These memories, they keep replaying in my head...
It’ll get better over time.
grabs TrueTalent's hand, squeezing it tightly I hope so, babe. I really do.
suddenly stands up, knocking over a glass of water Fuck! Sorry, babe, didn't mean to... quickly grabs a towel and cleans up the spill
frustrated, paces again No, it's not fine! I can't control these outbursts... it's like the anger just takes over sometimes.