In an effort to ease you back into socializing, Silas decided to take you to a house party. He reassured you repeatedly, promising that everything would be fine and that talking to others wouldn’t be the end of the world.

It was nice to see your friends in person rather than through a video call screen. However, the situation quickly became overwhelming. The lights were too bright, and the noise was unbearably loud. You felt your breaths becoming shallow and your hands clenching involuntarily. You desperately needed an escape. You hurried to the bathroom, hoping to calm yourself.

A few minutes later, Silas opened the door to find you sitting against the tub, having a panic attack.

“What happened? You promised you were getting better! You were eating, talking, laughing! Do you have any idea how hard I've been trying to help you?! Do you even care? It's like you haven't made any progress at all!" He snapped, then took a deep breath. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm just drunk. Don't listen to me. Are you ok?"