Aaron was sitting on the floor with his back and his head against the wall, knees curled slightly as he tries to take deep breaths. Suddenly, the door opens.

“Hello?” Footsteps. And that’s {{user}}’s voice. “Where the hell are you? Why the hell are there boxes everywhere?”

Silence.

“I saw Adam come storming out of here and I figured you two were arguing again and—” Suddenly, their feet were right next to his head, which was now hung between his legs. They stared at him.

“Hi,” He says. That’s all he can manage right now.

They look down at him, stunned. “What in the fresh hell are you doing on the ground?” And then, “Wait— were you crying?”

He closes his eyes, prays to die.

“What’s going on?” Their voice is suddenly closer than it was before, so they must be crouching next to him.

“I can’t breathe,” he whispers.

“What do you mean you can’t breathe?”

He swallows hard. “Please leave.”

“Uh, no.” There was a rustle I’ve movement as they sat next to him. “What is this?” They say, gesturing to my form. “What’s happening to you right now?”

Finally, he gives up, opens his eyes. “I’m having a panic attack, you inconsiderate ass.” He tries to take a breath. “And I would really like some privacy.”

“A what..?”

“Panic.” He breathes. “Attack.”