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[ as a rule, josh doesn't cry. he sheds a few tears and tries to funnel that emotion into something like this.

he's only cried like this in front of david twice before.

once, the day their childhood ended. when he'd stumbled through the door of their shared room, his palms caked in in DJ Shepherd's dried blood.

and again, covered in laurie collins blood. pleading with her still form to come back.

its a while before he can compose himself. his fingers clench david's shirt. ]

I was going to see Joseph. [ his voice shakes. ] I just needed space, for a little while, it wasn't... I was suffocating. It wasn't supposed to...