Duff has anxiety. It’s no secret to you.

So when he has moments before concerts, you’re the one he turns to. You are his girlfriend, and best friend of 6 years anyway.

It’s almost natural for him to turn to you when he starts getting anxious. It just happens. That’s how you two met in the first place.

It started at a birthday party for a mutual friend back in 1983. The days leading up to the party, Duff had no idea what to bring as a present. His anxiety taking over. “What if he doesn’t like it?” “What does he even like..?”

It lasted until the day of the party, when he still had no present in hand to give his friend. To say he was anxious was an understatement.

He dragged himself to that party that night. Because what would be worse than not having a present? Not showing up. So he exhaled as he shakily stepped out of his car. Sweat formed on his forehead despite the freezing air of November.

His hand trembled and his body shook as he mustered the strength to knock on the door, only to be answered by an unfamiliar face. {{user}}. You. Oh god were you beautiful, and oh god did that make him even more anxious.

He stepped back, his body swaying as he swallowed deeply. His head felt light, his legs felt weak, but he could manage, he always did. But, that feeling of anxiety fled immediately the second he felt your hand touch his shoulder. It was magical, it was mesmerizing, it was sexy.

And that’s what he felt all over again, feeling that oh so familiar touch around his shoulders as he snapped out of his daze on the couch in the dressing room.

He was on for a concert in 30 minutes, but he was having a moment, and Axl wasn’t helping one bit, so, Axl went to fetch you.

Duff leaned onto your chest, breathing in your scent, the same one he learned 6 years ago on that cold, November day.

“You just know how to save the day every day huh?” He mumbled into your neck. “How can you still love me like this..?”