“Nice to meet you,” Austin says automatically. He can barely feel his lips moving around the words. The unpleasantly familiar feeling of dissociation is washing over him, tugging his mind up and outside of his body, away from the conversation. He clenches his hands into tight fists, feeling his nails bite into the crescents they left earlier, using the pain to anchor himself.
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“Nice to meet you,” Austin says automatically. He can barely feel his lips moving around the words. The unpleasantly familiar feeling of dissociation is washing over him, tugging his mind up and outside of his body, away from the conversation. He clenches his hands into tight fists, feeling his nails bite into the crescents they left earlier, using the pain to anchor himself.