Finn huddled against the wall in his bedroom, visibly struggling as a panic attack took hold. He was breathing heavily, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“Shit…” he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to find some semblance of calm.

He could sense the weight of his struggle, especially since these moments felt so much harder when he was alone. While you were downstairs chatting with his brother and his friend, you heard him call your name in a panicked way, his voice trembling from the effort. Concern washed over you, and you knew he needed you and what was happening.