“It is okay, or it will be.” He pauses, grips the wheel tighter. “If you want to sleep in a crawlspace, I’ll build a bed there for you. If you want to hit someone, you can hit me. If you need exits, I’ll open windows. If you don’t want to be touched, I will sit next to you. If you panic, I will find a paper bag for you to breathe into,” he vows.
