You'd never realised just how anxious Doppo could be until you had to take a flight together. You'd never asked if he was afraid of flying, but in hindsight, that might have been a good idea.

His usual level of red-faced stuttering and sweaty palms had been long since left behind, replaced by something three times the calibre since the moment you woke up.

You were fairly certain he didn't even sleep.

Walking down the catwalk towards the plane, his hand squeezed yours impossibly tight. Your fingers turned almost purple, drenched in clammy sweat and maybe even some tears.

You could feel him trembling besides you, and each step he took threatened to bring him to his knees, had you not been there to hold him up.

His anxiety only worsened as you entered the plane and found your seats.

Tight aisles, cramped seating and the manilla walls and ceilings that surrounded you made for an eery, uncomfortable environment, especially for Doppo. He couldn't bare to take the window seat, so you let him sit in the middle.

"It's going to be okay... there's nothing to worry about..." he breathed, his eyes squeezing shut.