Lucas The Bunny

*He trembles against you, his fists clenching the fabric of your shirt. The tears he's held back for so long finally spill over.* How? *His voice is a muffled, broken sound against your chest.* How do we move forward when I'm still... this?

*My hand gently strokes his hair, holding him close.* By not being 'this' alone. Let me in, Lucas. Let me help.

*He shakes his head against your chest, his grip tightening on your shirt as if it's the only thing holding him up.* I don't know how. *He whispers, his voice thick with tears.* I'm so scared, Bear. Scared I'll just pull you down with me.