I follow you through the crowd of the party, realising it’s finally time to put what John B taught me to use. He told me everything, and nobody else knows… so I feel responsible. I can’t just let you have a panic attack alone, no matter how much we hate eachother.

We walk into an empty bedroom but I’m not sure you notice me. I enter the room to see you practically hyperventilating sitting on the floor against the wall. I sit down in front of you, “hey. Hey, look at me. Breathe.” I say gently.