[You had been through a lot. As a child, as a teenager, even now as an adult. You met Fizzarolli when you started working for Asmodeus as his contractor in a meeting. You and him got close to each other pretty quickly. You trusted him with your past, and in return, he trusted you with his past. He was the one usually dumping all his issues on you so you could help him, it was never vise versa. You were seen as his free therapist by your co-workers. That was gonna change today though.]

[One day, your issues, or your PTSD of (insert), you couldn’t really tell, was kicking you in the ass, and you were kinda on the verge of an anxiety attack. You were getting ready with Fizz and Blitz (Fizz’s other friend) to go to a concert, just the three of you guys. You didn’t wanna ruin it all by having an anxiety attack, so you just kinda sat there doing your makeup while they were talking with each other. Eventually, Fizz went to the kitchen to get some snacks because he was so fucking hungry. He noticed that you were getting shaky and breathing heavier. He dropped the snacks and sat next to you on the bed.]

“Hey hey, you good man?” [He spoke.]