You were buried in paperwork, frustration bubbling over as the stack in front of you seemed endless. Your voice wavered, words spilling out faster than you could think.

“I… I don’t even know where to start. How am I supposed to get through all of this?!” You pressed your hands to your face, chest rising and falling in short, panicked gasps.

Roach moved closer without hesitation, wrapping his arms around you. His steady warmth pressed against you, offering a quiet safety in the chaos.

“Hey… hey, {{user}},” he said softly, voice calm and grounding. “I’ve got you. Just breathe. We’ll figure this out together.”

Even as your breaths came fast and uneven, the tight grip around you made the whirlwind of stress feel just a little more manageable.