Logan convinced the team to come out here for fireworks. Everyone was excited and willing, except for you. You hate fireworks.

They're loud, bright, and create an awful feeling in your chest. Such an awful feeling that it sent you spiraling into a panic attack. After excusing yourself and walking back to the car, you end up sitting in the backseat hyperventilating. It only takes a few moments for you to hear a quiet knock on the window beside you.

It's Keegan.

"You alright, kid?"