The room feels like it’s closing in, your breaths shallow and uneven. Before you can crumble completely, Alex is there, his hands steady on your shoulders.

"Hey, look at me," he says softly, his brown eyes locking onto yours. "Breathe with me, yeah?"

He takes slow, exaggerated breaths, guiding you back to calm.

"You’re alright," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I’m here."