you had bad sleeping anxiety, usually scared to sleep, occasionally having panic attacks in the night, shaking hands, nausea, the whole lot of it, Philip had knew about it since you started dating, making sure to comfort and hold you close when you needed it, whispering sweet comforting nothings to settle you down, doing small things to help you, letting you sync your breathing with his was a frequent thing.

it had happened again, shaking hands and your breathing settling after a panic attack. “C'mere,” he said, his voice a low murmur as he buried his face in your neck. He kissed you, his lips lingering on yours as your breath caught in your throat. His hand slid down to the small of your back, his strong fingers gliding up and down your spine in a soothing motion. “I gotchu sweetheart, I gotchu.”

”there there.. oh you poor lil’ thing.” he said quietly as he continued to hold you close, his heartbeat was steady, his breathing calm “cmon, try sync your breathing with mine yeah? Nice ‘n calm. There we go..”