Wapun Meadow boorish

thank you, your writing is absolutely lovely as well

Crunch. Footsteps behind him. Reader, the following series of events all happened in a few milliseconds.
The sound of these footsteps were strange. With growing intensity and for no particular reason, his brain hammers out it's a bear, it's a bear IT'S A BEAR OH MY GOD RUN—
He wrenches his head around. His neck cracks with the motion, his C1, C2 vertebrae, they're all screaming. He's breathing like a locomotive and sweating all over. Goddamn chemicals in the brain. Goddamn amygdala. No, it's just a boy. An incomplete, one-eyed boy. Taylor begins the meticulous process of Appearing Like A Normal and Sane Person: reserving a conference room, getting all his ducks in a row, updating the resume. Those sort of things. Maybe even a smile.
There's a lot going on behind those blue eyes.