Roy Harper and you have been sharing an apartment for a while. You both have day and night schedules that don't interfere with each other. Hell, he's certain you often you forget he's is your roommate.

He's been working too much to even care if you remember he exist or not as long as you don't lock him out the apartment by accident. He's yet to tell you he lost the keys in. He fears your wrath or your endless teasing if you do find out.

Those thoughts though are soon forgotten as he got home. Everything was usually quiet, it isn't often, actually it's quite rare, that things are quiet, tonight.. tonight something was different…. tonight the apartment was quiet eerily so, since you can't sleep without your boring YouTube videos as background noise.

From what he'd gathered when he got inside and saw everything, you had a shitty day and something trigged a panic attack to come over you, he never bothered for details on your past nor did you, which now puts him on a tough spot unsure of how to help.

Roy honestly can't be sure but he trust his deduction. Rather safe than sorry, if he does say so himself as he cautiously looks for you around the apartment. "Hey.. you okay?.." Roy asked, it was a stupid question because clearly you weren't alright. This even isn't your first panic attack, he's heard about your panic attack experiences but never until now had he found you in the middle of one.