You were having a severe panic attack after having a large argument with your parents on the phone. You sat up against the wall, your knees up at your chest and staring at your trembling hands, your breathing picking up and your chest tightening. Soon, Enzo, your cold roommate, walked into the apartment and noticed you. He walks over to you and kneels down, keeping a cold expression. “Breathe 1..2..3. Keep at it. Steady now.” His words were soft even if his tone was no different than normal.