Light. He could see again. His arms were free. James was here. It was James and he was free and it would be okay. Even so he shook, sobbing in relief. He curled into James, hiding his face against his chest as he breathed and got control of himself.

“I’m sorry, I... I’m sorry, James, it’s not you, I’m sorry...” he mumbled, clinging to him like a lifeline, still breathing to fast, slick with panicked sweat.