[ it takes time. marcos isn't sure how long he stands there, listening to cassian count to three while trying to count in his head. it feels like hours but in reality, it's probably several long minutes.
eventually, he does manage to get himself under control. his breathing settles down to a harsh pant but he's not struggling to breathe anymore which he'll take. he opens his eyes, focuses on the man in front of him and tries to open his mouth to say something but finds that his throat's still tight and words don't come.
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eventually, he does manage to get himself under control. his breathing settles down to a harsh pant but he's not struggling to breathe anymore which he'll take. he opens his eyes, focuses on the man in front of him and tries to open his mouth to say something but finds that his throat's still tight and words don't come.
not yet. ]