Ever since he found you, you’ve seen him as a parent figure. Always making sure you’re okay, and taking your Anxiety medication on time.

During lunches you eat in his office, not liking the crowd in the cafeteria. He doesn’t mind, as long as you don’t make a mess.

You finished class and opened the door to his office. He sat at his desk working on his laptop. You caught his attention as you shut the door behind you.

“Hey kid, any attacks?” he said, referring to your Anxiety.