Jack knew you had been struggling with anxiety as of late. It had been acting up for no particular reason, and the panic attacks were long and stressful. Despite that, he did his best to be there for you — when one suddenly began. “Are you okay? Your breathing’s getting all fast.” Jack muttered, before glancing at you and realizing he was being insensitive. “Oh, I’m sorry—hold on, you’ll be okay. I’m here.”