Mastace stayed with Briggan, sitting on the restroom floor until he calmed down enough to continue class halfway through the next period. They were silent the whole time, but nothing needed to be said between them. They already knew. Mostly, Briggan thought. Mostly. He had still yet to tell Mastace what the panic attack, and what the nightmares, were about. All Mastace knew was that it was a some kind of post-traumatic stress. Briggan just never told Mastace the story. Not in the nearly five months total they've known each other. Briggan made note of this, and thought to himself That is going to have to change sometime, and soon.
The problem Briggan now faced was a matter of when to tell Mastace. While he knew he needed to tell, he felt an aversion to being made so vulnerable. It scared him to be at the total mercy of another fur, and he knew this made it difficult to allow someone to really get to know him. Still, he had to tell Mastace about what had been going on and do so before they got any deeper in their relationship, else he runs the risk of creating a sense of mistrust. He had to, for the sake of them both. Briggan allowed his mind to start to create a plan regarding what exactly he was going to say in such a scenario, carefully considering every word.
On their way back from school, Mastace could tell that Briggan had something on his mind. He couldn't exactly tell how serious the topic of Briggan's ruminations are this time around, but he was sure to find out eventually. That he was sure of.
"Mastace?" Briggan said.
"Yes, dear?" Mastace perked up, suspecting that his curiosities were about to be satisfied.
"There's something I want to talk to you about when we get home,"
"Alright, would it have anything to do with what happened earlier today?"
"Yeah, it does."
"Gotcha. That's alright."
Briggan sat down on their bed, his ears flat against his skull. He really wasn't looking forward to this, but it needed to be done. He owed Mastace that much, at least. He'd come up with what he wanted to say and how he was going to say it. In spite of this, he was absolutely terrified. Telling Mastace meant that he was intentionally tapping into all that he tried to suppress and hide from all this time. Now that he was here, about to make the jump, he wasn't entirely sure he could make it. Whelp, here goes nothing. Briggan thought.
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Never Too Late
General FictionBriggan wasn't somebody that wanted friends. He'd been alone for as long as he could remember, and he wouldn't mind it if he stayed that way for the rest of his days. Or, at least, he would've... had someone not began meddling in his life. Now, ever...
