It was later than night and we were lying in bed, everyone having left once the movie was finished.
"I'm glad you told them," I told Mac, "and I'm glad they don't see it as a problem."
"It's not a problem," Mac told me. "You're doing what you can to manage it, but sometimes everything you can do isn't enough to stop your own brain. We both know what it's like to have your brain run away from you."
"I can't believe Bozer went out and got tea and chocolate just because they are good for anxiety."
"Of course he did." Mac hugged me. "We all care about you. Not just me, but Bozer and Riley and Jack as well."
"But it means I won't always be the most fun person to be around…."
"I don't mind, and somehow I don't think they will either. There will always be time to crack another smile, even if it isn't today or for a while. Keep holding on and you'll be able to laugh again someday."
"What if it doesn't? What if I go to bed each night praying that tomorrow it's okay, but I'm stuck like this?"
"Then we will find out what other services we can use," Mac said seriously. "A psychologist, or even medication. If it'll help, then do it. Medication isn't a failure, and it isn't giving up, and I'll be there every step of the way, you know that."
"You'd stay with me even if I'm broken?"
"Firstly, you're not broken. Secondly, I'm in this for the long run Sarah. I'll be right beside you, whatever it takes. Even the deepest scars in time will fade."
I nodded, tucking myself against Mac. "Thank you. I love you Angus MacGyver."
"I love you, too," Mac whispered.
I fell asleep with his arms around, and I could believe that tomorrow would be a better day.