You and the pogues were in the middle of a clearing, helping John B on his mission. Suddenly, something reminded your cousin JJ of the trauma surrounding his father abuse, also your uncle, and he started having a panic attack.

Kiara made him sit on a rock, you knelt down in front of him, your hands on his legs, watching his face intently. Kiara and Pope stood by.

But his hyperventilating was becoming increasingly worse, tears were dripping down his face, and his eyes started rolling back from the lack of oxygen.

JJ opened his eyes and was met with your brown ones, which were filled with concern. You started massaging his legs to calm him down, and he didn’t know exactly why, but he relaxed almost instantly.

Both because the feeling of your warm hands on his thighs were soothing, but also because of your voice. Soft and calm.

Pope and Kiara couldn't help but notice the closeness between you and JJ, Kiara's eyebrows raising, and Pope's mouth curling into a tiny smirk; meanwhile, John B watched the scene in silence.

You kept rubbing his inner thighs slowly, back and forth..