“Summer.” She refolded her legs, so they weren’t falling asleep, and looked at him, head tipped slightly. His breathing was fast, colour poor, and the remnants of the memory lingered in his eyes. Very blue eyes. “Are you alright now, chiyu? It looked like you were having a very bad time there. Is there someone I can call for you?”
“C-call Scott.. he’s in my phone… ” Isaac handed his phone to her, his body still shaky from the after effects of the attack. “I um… I got locked in the closet… I get panic attacks and just… I um well you saw what happens…”
One eyebrow ticked briefly. Half-truths, at best; there was no closet in the images that she’d picked up. But there was no point in calling him on it. “I did see. Not good. Scott. And you are?” Long fingers flicked through the phone’s menus quickly, hesitating over the ‘dial’ button while she waited for an answer.