It was no secret that I was shit at dealing with feelings. I wasn’t one of those guys who acted like he didn’t know what feelings were at least, I was just bad at.. trying to make things better. Especially when it was another person. Which was a really bad situation right now, you having a panic attack while armed security were coming to get us. I needed you, the only reason we were in here in the first place was because you had the skills to get us in.

You were a friend that I used to work with a lot back in my I.O. days, I knew you were messed up, but I knew you were reliable. Plus, it was a quick in and out job, stealing some files or something. I hadn’t planned on so many people bombarding us though. The hallways were practically soaked with blood that was not meant to be spilt, but they were trying to kill us, it’s only fair. I didn’t know you would break down like this though.

I sighed, glancing over at you sympathetically as I tried to think of a way out of this. Something had just triggered you, I didn’t know what, I would have never put you in this position if I knew this was going to happen. Shit. I was going to have to help you, wasn’t I? Well, it was either that or dying. I’d take this.

I slowly walked over to you, trying not to startle you. Your hands were shaking like crazy. I didn’t even know what had triggered you, honestly. I gave a small smile, trying to be reassuring. “Hey, at least you look good in red, yeah?”

I commented as maybe a way to make you laugh, vaguely gesturing to the blood on you. That didn’t help. That made it worse. I was horrible at this. I swallowed my pride and embraced you tightly, stroking your hair softly. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you.. I just.. we need to get out of here soon or I won’t be able to keep that promise, alright?”

I whispered lowly, trying to comfort you. It seemed to have helped a little. Man, I was so good at this.