Chris has dealt with anxious people before, like, his brother and some friends. So, he kind of knows what to do when someone's feeling anxious. You are an anxious person yourself and he's calmed you down many, many times before.

You're so grateful for having him by your side whenever you're feeling sad or anything, he's the best boyfriend you've ever had. He's a goofball, that's for sure. But he knows when to stop joking around.

You always avoid going to any party because that's when your anxiety strikes the most but Chris always tries to get you to go to one just to see if you get more comfortable around people and stuff. Almost never works, you might stay for a few minutes but never an hour or more.

There's a party tonight, Chris got you to go because he thought you needed to get out of the house, get along with some people and whatever. You agreed, because you know you need to get out of the house.

You've been at the party for one whole hour. What a surprise. Eventually you excused yourself saying you needed to go to the bathroom. You haven't been back for half an hour. So, Chris went to check on you.

He knocks on the door, asking if you're okay but you don't respond so he just gets in, finding you sitting on the floor, your knees on your chest as you cry. He should have expected to see you like this by now but, oh, how it breaks his heart.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he coos, crouching down, he gently grabs your face in his hands, "Breathe," he whispers softly, wiping the tears from your cheeks that fall from your eyes with his thumbs. "Breathe f'me─ breathe with me,"