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[michael t.]

Sensory overloads were something that Michael knew well, although they had mostly happened when he was younger. It was hard not to get overwhelmed when he was just a kit, struggling to survive with his father's disdainful gaze and sharp claws as a constant threat over his head. Most of the time, his young panic had evolved into outright panic attacks and sensory overload, and he had shoved himself into the smallest corner of his old home. He could remember the way that his entire body had trembled, and every scrape of claws against floorboards and brush of chilled winds had only ever made things worse. He was amazed that he had survived those days, especially back when he had been in the moment. He had fully expected himself to die in that house, either from his father's actions, or because he failed to catch his breath after a particularly vicious panic attack. Thankfully, he had survived. He had made it through his childhood, and he had ended up escaping into a life that he now loved dearly. Of course, he had never dealt with the circumstances that Alexandre was currently dealing with – he had never been plagued with advanced senses – but it had certainly felt that way, whenever he was having an overload.

A frantic call from the shore is what caused Michael to raise his head, the bobcat flicking an ear as he got up and slipped put of his hut. He wasn't sure of how much help he would really be, considering he wasn't a medic, but he could still try to offer some support. Thankfully, he was far from the first one there, so it didn't seem as though he would have to help Alexandre out alone. He eventually came to a seat just a bit behind Roxie, a faint frown pulling at his muzzle. He hesitated for a moment before he spoke, his ears flattening against his skull as he gritted out, "I've had days like this, when I was younger... but I never had so many people looking to help me. I hope that he feels better..." He didn't know what else to say, his words mostly directed at those around Alexandre. After another long moment of hesitation, he decided to address Alexandre directly, the dealer's voice softening, "You'll... you'll be alright, you know. I know it feels like you won't get through this, right now, but you will. It's hard, but it's manageable, I promise." Of course, he had never gone through the sort of overload that Alexandre was experiencing. Despite this, he sincerely did hope that the other got through it, and didn't fall apart. He didn't deserve that, and neither did Diya or Roxie.