It's not funny. It's not fucking funny. His eyes are up as he keeps telling himself to breathe, trying to make sure nothing inadvertently falls from his eyes.
Between heaves of his chest, really should get steady any time now, that would be nice thank you very much, he manages to get out, "Tastes like vanilla."
Day 222 - afternoon - action
Between heaves of his chest, really should get steady any time now, that would be nice thank you very much, he manages to get out, "Tastes like vanilla."