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callahan had felt it coming all day, he’d just hoped he could get through it, ignore it maybe. but here it was, the negative feelings crashing over him like a tidal wave and his breathing became a bit shallow. he got up from his bed where him and benji frequently ended up cuddling and excused himself to the adjoining bathroom, locking the door behind him. he sat on the edge of the tub with his head in his hands as his breathing picked up and the voices got louder. he shook his head as if that would make them go away but he knew there was no use. the voices were already practically shouting at him, taunting and laughing at him, blaming him for things that deep down he knew weren’t his fault. cal didn’t even realize he had started crying, clutching at his chest now.