[ She helps him get the shirt off and he's grateful, sure, but can't really say it right now, and anyway, it doesn't help as much as he'd thought. He can still feel the residue of it on his skin, still knows it's there, still isn't in the right state of mind to function properly and it's starting to send him back into a panic because oh god oh god what does he do? ]
Shower. I was... because of the oil. But. [ The thought of the small space. Of the water falling on his head. He - just... He can smell the sharp twinge of the oil hitting his olfactory nerves though, can feel the fumes rising off of him, and shit. No thank you. He'd like to try and move again, but he just can't. ]
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Shower. I was... because of the oil. But. [ The thought of the small space. Of the water falling on his head. He - just... He can smell the sharp twinge of the oil hitting his olfactory nerves though, can feel the fumes rising off of him, and shit. No thank you. He'd like to try and move again, but he just can't. ]