You walk over to Al, who sits huddled up on his bed, shaking. He doesn't move until you're right in front of him, and then he grabs your hands, pulling you into him.
"I didn't mean to do it," he says, eyes piercing yours, rolling around desperately. "I didn't mean it, please, believe me, please-"
You try to pull your hands away, panicked, and his eyes widen when he seems himself holding you there. He lets go right away and shoves his hands back into his pocket.
"I'm not myself," he whispers, staring wide-eyed at the wall. "Help me. Help me, please..."
It's a long time before you get to sleep that night.
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