[ It slowly tapers out and Jon carefully extricates himself from Damian's grasp, sitting back and wiping away his sniffles and tears with his sleeve. ]
Stop that. Pessimism is not your thing. [It was his thing. Stop stepping all over his turf, Jon!] It's a very good sign. You controlled it even though you were distressed and that's progress.
[He stands up and offers a hand to Jon to help him to his feet.]
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Sorry.
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[He looks at the scorch mark on the wall then the hole in the floor.]
You did good, I prepared for much worse.
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That's not exactly a good sign.
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[He stands up and offers a hand to Jon to help him to his feet.]
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Thanks. I guess I really needed that.
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[He said with a faint smirk and a small shrug.]
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