[That is a fair point and he considers it. He really doesn't want to get shot.
But he doesn't know how to deal with this. He can't deal with this.
Without even thinking, he reaches for his meds. One, Tiny. White. The same sort of generic bottle that was found with Martha. But, naturally, seeing as they're all the same.
He swallows it dry.
Tom's about to have a fucking panic attack and he can't-
This is just-
Okay, no Tom, breathe. You can do this.]
What about the hideout, then? There's no way he'd know about it.
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[That is a fair point and he considers it. He really doesn't want to get shot.
But he doesn't know how to deal with this. He can't deal with this.
Without even thinking, he reaches for his meds. One, Tiny. White. The same sort of generic bottle that was found with Martha. But, naturally, seeing as they're all the same.
He swallows it dry.
Tom's about to have a fucking panic attack and he can't-
This is just-
Okay, no Tom, breathe. You can do this.]
What about the hideout, then? There's no way he'd know about it.