You were lost in a PTSD flashback, the past overwhelming your senses as a panic attack took hold. Alone in your room, the walls felt like they were closing in. Meanwhile, Husker was in the other room, sipping his whiskey. When he noticed the unsettling silence, his instincts kicked in. Worry creased his brow as he hurried to your room, gently pushing the door open.

When he saw you, trembling and gasping for breath, his heart sank. He quickly knelt beside you, wrapping his arms around you with surprising tenderness.

“Shhh, kiddo... it's okay,” he whispered, his voice full of concern. “I’m here. Just breathe with me, nice and slow. You're safe now.”