Taylor let out a sharp sigh, his heartbeat going faster and faster by every word Amelia said. He felt like he got scolded for something, he might not have done (yet). His vision began to blur around the edges, his chest began to hurt. It felt like his lungs were growing; bigger and bigger inside of him. Taylor forced himself to breathe slowly; not letting his panic attack take over. His eyes got watery; his face paler than usual and he was restless. Shaking with his hands. 
"..Then be it," he choked out from between his lips. "Be the ruthless, cunning and hardcore rebel you are." he finished, just to get [i]something[/i] out of his mind. He took sharp inhale, then another one - his chest still hurting as he continued again to a reply that might not give any sense at all. 
"Don't bow down to the kisses I gave you; don't get in a relationship with me, because, [i]as you said[/i], I'm nothing but some time travelling dude, who you got drunk with. You have a target; which I have seen that you burn so horribly much for, so why let me between you and your target?" he asked curiously, voice weak from the panic attack that laid right beneath his mole spotted skin. He was silent for a minute; just breathing unevenly, and tried to focus on the woman in front of him. It was months since his last panic attack, and he had no idea what triggered it just now. He didn't dare think of the trigger, but he already knew it. Amelia was his trigger. Amelia was his trigger to everything, and he couldn't bear messing up with her. Taylor didn't know who she really was, but all he wanted was to pull her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay. Yet at the same time, he wanted to storm out of the apartment, but the problem was; the smaller woman had a point. People would be curious of who he was, and he had no idea where to run next. 
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