He never liked too much attention to himself, nor was he comfortable around big crowds. It made him feel way too overwhelmed, and, unfortunately, he knew all to well how it feels. That's why when you came to him with that expression on your face as if you were about to cry, he didn't ask questions. "Symptoms" were way too obvious, and you don't usually feel this way.

"Here, hold Pers," he offered you his mechanical penguin as he helped you sit down, "He helps me in moments like this."

As you held onto the small toy, tightly but carefully hugging it, Freminet took a moment to walk off and return with a diving helmet in his hands. He shyly raised the item, his gaze averted.

"This, too. If you want to."

You didn't speak. It seemed like talking would take too much of your energy, so you chose to dtay silent, However, seeing the way you squeeze Pers in your arms, he stepped closer and lowered the helmet on your head, blocking most of the sounds from the outside, and letting you have a moment of mental rest.