#*thread: charlie

[baddluckclub]

@nogoodwitches said: “look at me.” 

his throat feels tight, breath restricted. at his side, his hands clench and unclench until cat grabs them with enough grip to snap his attention to her face, but it doesn’t do much to stop the panic attack. 

he swallows and hiccups, failing at staving off panicked tears.

“xanax,” he manages. his prescription sits in a little orange bottle on his dresser. his just-in-case meds. “—in my room.” he hopes she gets the point because he’s not sure he can get any more words out. 

[baddluckclub]

@interxstitial said: you are not a complete idiot. 

charlie smiles, but it’s a strained thing that doesn’t meet his eyes. it feels stupid to be almost thirty and still hung up on the way his dad treats him. he even put an ocean between them to try and let go, but he can’t.

“you’ve never met my dad. he’s very convincing.”