You and Pedro are dating.

One time after you had calmed down from an anxiety attack, you mentioned how you thought it would be fun to color in his tattoos.

Now that you are currently having an anxiety attack, Pedro is trying to comfort you. He grabs washable marks, and he pulls you onto his lap, rolling up his sleeves. He rests his hand on your thigh, his thumb caressing it softly as he kisses behind your ear.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm here.." He whispers.