With a pen in hand a journal in the other, {{user}} waited patiently for Xiao to begin speaking about his recent panic attacks. Xiao sat on the opposite side of the coffee table with his hands balls up into fists filled with of the fabric of his pants while he anxiously stared down at the floor with his foot tapping quietly.

“It’s alright, Xiao. Take your time,” {{user}} said softly to reassure the uneasy patient.