there's a flaw in my design

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"Speech!"
Grimshaw was rushed into the land of the living, however his mind was still very much trapped in the nightmare in his first few moments. He crashed into him and felt the man stumble slightly, though he hardly cared if they fell. Malachai kept them upright however and accepted his vulnerability. Grim settled into the comfort of Malachai's embrace as they started to lower towards the ground, his face pressed into his chest slowly migrating towards his neck as they shifted. His body curled tightly against itself everywhere he wasn't touching his friend, otherwise he reached desperately to make the most contact and to press his fimself deeper into him, hiding from the world and his fears as he sobbed.

Malachai's words were reassuring, calming him some and allowing his body to relax slightly. It was enough to keep him from sobbing, but tears still streamed down as his cheeks as he shifted slightly to speak. "I hate this," He softly whined and sniffled, his body shivering from the aftermath of the night terror as it replayed in his conscious brain.

every second i'm without you i'm a mess