“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
@jerseyhero , questions .
confidence is never constant . it had wavered every day of his life with its norm settling at minimum . there are days it blooms into being at such a rapid speed that bob doesn't quite know what to do with it all . those days are worse than most . they trick him into thinking he's made it to a new norm , able to tear down barriers like they're nothing , and the following day it's reduced to ash and leaves him hollow .
today is one of those days he wishes he could find a piece of it . it's absent , dregs of what it could become had slipped between his fingers and left bob exposed to his own mind with nothing to keep his head above the water . he's gasping for air , clutching at his chest that is fit to burst with something - a burst of dejected laughter , a yelp of emotion unfit to remain behind his ribcage . it's isolating , makes him feel as though no one else could dare to feel as low as bob . it's all over something trivial , something so miniscule that it couldn't possibly cause someone to feel so suffocated . some would laugh , and they'd be within their right to .
i've got your back , okay ? a support net . she'd drawn it out beneath him should he feel to fall back and let it take his weight . fingers that had hovered over his chest curl into his palm , relaxing as tension alleviates slowly . " yeah . " confirmation he can swallow , acknowledged on a breath that exhales the last ( for the time being ) of the day's stress . a beat , and the anguish clears , bob blinks and tries a smile , " yeah , thanks kamala . "
