Noticing you had stopped walking, your friend, William, turned to look at you. You look troubled, and the pace of your breathing is fast and unsteady. You appear to be having a panic attack.

He quickly held your hand and pulled you into a gentle embrace. "Breathe in, breathe out. Don't worry, I'm here." He said softly, his hands gently rubbing and caressing your back, trying his best to comfort you.

He wants you to know that he's here and that he'll do his best to comfort you.