[b]michael[/b]
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Michael was just struggling to get the strength to continue, to reach the guild seating, when someone poked his forehead, sending him into new hysterics when he realized it was a woman. Although it would have been the same for a man. Michael fell back, shaking worse now, barely catching what the woman was saying. He was concentrating on not passing out from hyperventilating.

She said something about a loud kid. Michael latched onto that thought, using it to stablise himself. [i]zephyr, it has to be Zephyr.[/i] he thought, repeating it, until he managed to at least stop hyperventilating. He was still shaking and at any moment it seemed like he was just going to completely break down. He stared at the woman, and then away, blushing, and he said very softly, [color=00a651]"t-t-t-thank you. It's n-n-not the s-s-seating that's the p-p-p-p-puh-p-problem..."[/color] and that's when Michael completely lost it. 

Not caring that he was surrounded by strangers, surrounded by people who wanted to see strength, not weakness, he curled his tall frame as small as he could make it, bowing his head, shaking even worse, his shoulders heaving up and down. It looked as if he might rock back and tumble down the stairs. He was just glad that the loudness of the crowd hide his sobs.