The bathroom door shuddered as Shao's weight slammed against it, his back pressed to the wood as if he could physically barricade himself from what had just happened. His hands—those hands that had just been on Jai, gripping him, pinning him—now clawed at his own face, fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescent marks.
"What have I done… what have I done…"
The words spilled from his lips in a broken mantra, his voice raw, unrecognizable even to himself. His legs gave out, and he slid down the door in a graceless collapse, his knees hitting the cold tile with a dull thud. He curled forward, forehead pressed to the floor, his entire body trembling with the force of his own ragged breaths.
For a moment, he had lost all control.
