He buried his face in Rose's shoulder, unable to contain himself any longer as his chest heaved with his tears. Thomas had been stoic and strong since waking up on the pitch, but now that he was out of the whirlwind this past week had thrown him in, now that he was out of the hospital and in the real world, he---he had no idea what to do. He'd told the healers he'd be back for exams, that he just wanted to be in his own bed, but stepping back into the real world had hit him with such force that he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Thomas' free hand slunk around Rose and he held her tightly to him. She'd been there through everything with him, everything. She was his oldest friend and the only person who'd ever seen him nearly as vulnerable. As much as it pained him to let Rose see him like this, to let her watch him have a breakdown, Thomas knew that it couldn't have been anyone else. He took some shuddering breaths, unwilling to let her go as her words sunk in. He couldn't believe them, but he was glad that she thought things would get better. Someone he cared about and trusted had faith in him.
"Don't leave," he breathed onto her neck, his grip around her tightening. His blurry vision kept him from seeing straight and he pressed his forehead to the side of her head. He needed her to get through this, and he was terrified of what would happen when he actually was left alone. What was he thinking? Rose thought he was strong, but how could he actually think he was? He wasn't strong enough for something like this.
"Stay with me, please," he begged.
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