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“It’s biology, Charlie. The limbic system.” Tara held his hand as he spiraled, once again, about things outside of his control.
“Yeah,” Darcy added, “Lim-back that arse up!” as they started twerking in his face, startling him out of his spiral with a choked laugh.
“Thanks,” Charlie said, through tear stained giggles. “I really needed that levity today. Sometimes I just feel… broken.”
“Don’t worry Springer - I’ve got you with dance moves, and Ms. A-Levels in bio can science it up for you.”
Tara pulled him in for a hug. “There is nothing broken about you reacting to something upsetting.”
