Richard’s hand rest on the back of {{user}}’s head, running his fingers through their locks of hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Richard’s lips press against their forehead.

“I got you.” He repeats, having been saying this ever since this sudden attack had happen. His hand gently guiding {{user}}’s head back onto his chest.

Haley, the dog both of you had, nuzzles her nose against your side. Making a whining noise as she does.

Richard removed one hand and runs it along Haley’s back, trying to get her to calm down and make this less overwhelming for you. “See, someone else is getting worried for you.” He gently jest. Trying to make you smile, as well testing the waters for if it’s okay for him to try and make you laugh.