Phone

[Some part of him tries to follow the instructions. His body fights it, though, and about the time he'll start to breath in, he'll come up short of breath all over again. He shakes his head at what she says, as if she can see it. She probably hears the phone rattling against the table, though.]

nononoNo No No No, it's not alright! [He doesn't care if he sounds like he's whining or throwing the comfort back in her face. It's not what he intended, but if he'd been more stable, he would have been angry at himself for the tone.] 'S never ok, this is not. ok. Didn' wanna hurt 'im, I never wan'ed t'hurt 'im!