“There you are.” He hummed, taking a step into your tent and wandering over to where you were sat, whining from the strain as he joined you, setting himself down beside you.

Hosea’s eyes wandered from you, to his hands, which were now clasped together in front of him.

“Would you like some water?” He always tried his best to be understanding of these panic attacks, even if he wasn’t used to seeing the aftermath of them. In fact, he didn’t know really anything about them.