From E8:
He closed his eyes and focused inward, breathing carefully, gripping hand to hand. Every part of his body wanted to flail and shout and run for the back of the church, but he had to hold it together. Becca was up there, the family knew who he was. So he stayed in his seat through the service, clutching his own hand like a lost child's, and waiting for every person around him to disappear.
***
He felt fantastic, for the first time in months. His first morning as Assistant Manager had gone smoothly, and Kelis' "Milkshake" was pounding strength into his bones. In three hours he'd gotten a six-box shipment shelved, talked Jenny (the sheepish sixteen-year-old they'd hired for weekends) down from a panic attack, and - he thought - flirted with a big meaty Italian guy who was looking for motorcycle magazines.
Walking into the food court, he stalked and strutted and drummed the air with his hands.
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