you had bad sleeping anxiety, usually scared to sleep, occasionally having panic attacks in the night, shaking hands, nausea, the whole lot of it, Kyle had knew about it since you started dating, he comforted you the best he could, usually rubbing your back, hands, keeping you close to him, helping you slow your breathing

it had happened again, shaking hands and your breathing settling after a panic attack, you felt sick, and were very pale, absentmindedly holding onto Kyle’s arm, he sleepily turned over, cradling you close to his chest “hey hey hey.. you’re okay lovie.” he said as one hand rubbed your back, his other hand holding yours

“that’s my sweetheart, there you go.” he whispered, your breathing starting to slow slightly