I was all up in my head, giving a lot of shit about all the things clawing at my mental walls. My mind could grind through every gear until my body was overflowing with tension and I’d jammed myself up into barbed wire and bear traps. One of Shea’s gifts was how he could draw me out of all that shit, pull me from my spiraling and settle me on solid ground. I loved it. It felt like I’d stepped into someone else’s life, like I could be a different person when I was around him. I was someone who could make him laugh, keep him laughing.
