Messed up was putting it mildly. Oddly enough, it wasn't the war that had screwed with him. He never saw the end of it. Presumed dead, he was left in enemy hands for over 50 years.
His back hit the bulkhead behind him when Daryl approached, but it seemed to steady him and draw him out of his panic to a degree. Grounding him and pulling him out of the overwhelming flood of memories he'd accidentally opened up upon himself. Fragmented and all terrible. Daryl's touch melted the tension out of his shoulders and he nodded. Buck slid down the bulkhead and pulled his knees close, bending forward and closing his eyes. Several deep breaths later, his head was clearing, the tremble of adrenaline rushing through him was calming down.
He wasn't sure how long it took him to pull out of it, but it made him feel pathetic that he'd dissolved into this to begin with.
"You've dealt with this before?" He asked slowly, almost warily.
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His back hit the bulkhead behind him when Daryl approached, but it seemed to steady him and draw him out of his panic to a degree. Grounding him and pulling him out of the overwhelming flood of memories he'd accidentally opened up upon himself. Fragmented and all terrible. Daryl's touch melted the tension out of his shoulders and he nodded. Buck slid down the bulkhead and pulled his knees close, bending forward and closing his eyes. Several deep breaths later, his head was clearing, the tremble of adrenaline rushing through him was calming down.
He wasn't sure how long it took him to pull out of it, but it made him feel pathetic that he'd dissolved into this to begin with.
"You've dealt with this before?" He asked slowly, almost warily.