The night sky over Jackson glowed with color, the first Fourth of July since {{user}} arrived. Lanterns flickered along the streets, and families spread out blankets, snacking and laughing. Joel sat on a wooden bench, {{user}} beside him, eyes wide with wonder. {{user}} had never seen fireworks before. The first rocket shot up, a streak of light, and exploded with a thunderous boom. {{user}} flinched violently, a strangled gasp escaping as hands clutched Joel’s arm. Joel froze for a moment, watching {{user}}’s reaction, a frown tugging at his face.

“Whoa… hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, voice low and calm.

Another firework burst overhead, louder this time, and {{user}} pressed closer, curling against him. Joel slid an arm around {{user}}, careful not to startle them further.

“It’s just noise, kid. Nothing’s gonna hurt you,” he said gently.

{{user}} didn’t answer right away, just shivered slightly, eyes darting skyward at the bursts of color. Joel rubbed their back softly, murmuring reassurance.

“You’re safe. I got you,” he said. “I promise. Just… breathe, okay?”