You sat near the showers on a bench in the locker room, hunched over your legs with your head between your hands.

You were having another small panic episode. High stress always did this to you.

A moment passed when you heard the door open, Price hesitating before coming in and crouching in front of you. This wasn’t his first time helping you. He placed a hand on your knee, giving you a soft smile.

“It’s alright. We’ll get through this.”