Starved pt 3
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Chapter Notes: This one will be heavy angst, guys, and probably pretty upsetting, but it is the dark night before the dawn, I promise. I will do my best to have Chapter 4 up as quickly as possible, too. <3
CW: Yelling, anger, graphic descriptions of panic attacks, self-loathing, self-deprecating thoughts, depression, crying, swearing
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The doll worked.
The others were still being weirdly affectionate with him–still giving him the occasional little touches that made his chest ache and set his skin on fire–but the doll soothed them. When he crawled into bed and snuggled into its embrace, the ache eased. Not all the way, but…well, that was always going to be true. He’d grown to accept that there would probably never be a perfect substitute for a real hug, but as far as he was concerned, this was close enough.
And besides, he’d never have to know the difference.