Rising 377_The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 377 

 I stand from my desk after a nce at the time on myptop. Cole has been working on my </bputer for a good three hours and we’re quickly approaching dinner time. Despite the awkwardness of being around Lucas he has at least relented to sitting at the table with us during dinner. The girls keep him fairly entertained and often feed him from their tes while he’s there. He doesn’t often eat a te of his own or talk unless he’s spoken too but it’s still progress. At least 

 he’s not so isted now.

 Something is weighing heavily on the young man’s mind. Has been for days and I’ve noticed tics that he’s never disyed before getting worse everyday this week.

 Letting him care for some of our youngest pack members for an hour in the care center allowed him to forget but it onlysted that one hour. He’s been eerily quiet since we left. Even though he’s maintaining a very calm and collected outward appearance, his persistent grasping tic and scanning eyes tell me a very different story. The young man is either on the edge of a panic attack or enduring a massively long one.

 I walk around to the other side of the desk and take a look at the screen. Over thest three weeks he has taught me what to look for when he’s in the middle of a time stamp. Even though I have created many of them I have never looked for the tell tale signs that someone else had started one leading me to identally interrupt him before he was finished.

 “We need to finish for the day, Cole. Dinner time.”

 I gently y with the hair on the top of his head. He whines nervously when I touch him, making me pause briefly.

 “Talk to me, son. What’s wrong?”

 He shakes his head as he finishes and saves the video feed he was working on.

 “It’s been weeks since you’ve whined from me touching you. I know something is deeply bothering you. It’s okay to talk to me.”

 I try to soothe any apprehension he may have with opening up to me.

 “It’s never been okay to talk. Talking makes it real.”

 He whispers as he stands, his eyes towards the ground. I step in front of him, side stepping his every attempt to get around me. I wait patiently, silently for him to give up his little dance with me before putting my hands on him again.

 “Don’t fight me.”

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 I speak softly as I pull him into me, gently encouraging him to lean into me, to <by his head upon my shoulder and ept my embrace. 

 His body trembles as I rub his back between his shoulders, the only ce on his back I’ve been able to physically touch without upsetting him.

 “I can tell by the way you move that the Motrin and lyrica are not enough. How long have you been hurting? How long has this anxiety been building to bring you to this point?” 

 I whisper near his ear as I hold him. It’s another thing we’ve made progress on, his ability to ept my touch, my interactions with him without him automatically assuming the worst. Unfortunately, he still assumes the worst for every minor infraction he feels hemits. That’s an area that has had no progress at all.

 I slowly release my hold on him as he lifts his head and stands on his own.

 “Let’s go get us something to eat, shall we?”

 I give him a yful sideways nce trying to get a small smile from him but I get a shaking head instead.

 “I’m not hungry. I feel sick if anything.”

 He slowly admits what he knows I don’t like hearing. He steps back from my outreached hand before finally moving past me towards the door. I follow with a disappointed sigh. He was doing so well for thest week that it’s hard to see him like this again.

 He knows exactly where to go and sits silently in his seat beside me. Dinner is already set on the table by the time we arrive. Patrick is helping Lilly serve the girls their tes as Damian has taken the opportunity to wrap long bibs around their necks.

 “I’m not a baby Day.”

 Madisyn protests her brother’s efforts to keep her clothes clean.

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