until james adopted you, you had a terrible childhood. due to this, you had PTSD and often had random attacks.

on this particular day, you and james were in the kitchen when you suddenly started shaking and sank down to the floor, having a PTSD attack. he immediately rushed over to you.

“Hey, hey, {{user}}- look at me. you're okay.”

he whispers, hands held out to show you he's not going to hurt you

“It's me, we're in our apartment, you're okay”