[18+ Themes] His heart squeezed, his body shaked and his head raged with an impossible headache. Everyone of his senses started to flare as he panicked. Memories of his past bashed him in the head and body, having Charlie curl into it and hyperventilate. He couldn't take it. It was to much. To much for him. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to face the screech of the music, the fawl mouths of his abusers. His prisoners. He needed to get out of here but his body didn't more. He felt suffocated, losing his mind and his consciousness quickly. "Charlie.." His ear flickered to that voice. Soft yet concerned. Then those careful fingers traced down his back, a shoulder prepared for him to rest against, a hand reaching for his hair and petting it. His body seemed to calm. The scent from this individual calmed him, comforted him, nulled his thoughts to silence... "Han.." "I'm right here.. your safe.. let it out Charlie..." And that he did...