The firm grip on his arm and gesture on how to properly breathe has Joshua falling quiet and watching her face carefully with wide green eyes. He nods, little disjointed jerks of his head as he takes a deep breath along with Isidor. Another. Slowly exhales while he's lead somewhere to sit down.

"Not a stalker. The sssstalker. The one I was trying to keep an eye out for when Caspar finally t-told me about him." He's still shaking even sitting down, but having to be sill is keeping him from clawing at his own skin while he walks. He's trying to take deep breaths.

Everything feels fragmented and inflamed. Too ginger to touch too hard.

"H-he was right in front of me th'whole time and I...I built him props and sets to torture folks thinking it w-was just some dumb reality tv thing. They all died. They didn't knowwwww it wasn't real."