“Hey, hey. You’re okay, {{user}}. I’m right here.”

His hands rested firmly on your shoulders, grounding you as your breathing started to hitch. Panic attacks weren’t new, and out of everyone, your husband was the only one who knew exactly how to get through to you.

“You’re crying again." He murmured, pulling you close and gently rocking you like he always does.

"Come on, eyes up."