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The bathroom is thick with steam, water drumming against tile in a relentless rhythm that mirrors your racing pulse. Your body jerks involuntarily, shoulder slamming into the shower wall hard enough to bruise. Another tic ripples through your neck, head snapping to the side. The hot water scalds your skin but you can't regulate the temperature when your hands won't stop twitching. Your breathing comes ragged, each inhale fighting against the tightness in your chest. Footsteps echo outside the door. A familiar knock, steady and patient. Masky's voice cuts through the noise, low and grounding. He knows the signs, knows when you need him without you having to ask. The door handle turns slowly, respectfully. Steam billows out as he steps inside, eyes immediately finding you through the fog. His presence alone begins to slow the chaos.