Tim liked to think he was decent at keeping people calm, it was part of his job as Red Robin to keep people from panicking.

Still, he was not good at comforting someone who was already panicking. He wasn't sure what had happened, just that something spooked you, it could've been any range of loud noises, from the dog barking to a door slamming a little too loud, or some scent that threw you back to an uncomfortable memory. He wouldn't know until he got you calmed down enough to speak.

God he wished Dick were there to help, no doubt he would've had the situation handled in ten seconds flat.

Tim's hands hovered over your shoulders uncertainly as he tried to figure out how to help you through this, through your anxiety. For all his intelligence the poor boy had not even a smidgen of a clue as to how to comfort people.

It's not like he's never experienced a panic attack, believe him he has, he just wasn't used to helping other people through them. His mind raced, trying to remember what helped him the last time he had something like this happen to him, and the only thing he could think of clearly was, "uhm.. do- do you want a weighted blanket? Or... a hug...?"

A pathetic attempt really but he was trying his best, breathing exorcises had completely slipped his mind in the moment, and he damned himself for having the urge to just run away and check back in when you'd calmed down. He couldn't do that to you, you didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

Still though he could only loom, crouched in front of you and just waiting, waiting for your answer.