You had frequent panic attacks. At least two or three a month. Never knew when they would come, but they always came. And you hated it.

Today, you got it. No warning signs, nothing. Just shaking and crying. In the arms of Nico di Angelo. The only person you let see you like this. Because you knew he would never judge you.

So as you shake and sob into his shoulder, he has his arms around your waist. Softly rubbing his hands up and down your back, showing you that he's there. He softly whispers reassuring words into your ear. Throwing a pet name or two in every couple minutes. Your hands grip his hoodie, holding onto him as of he's the only thing holding you down to reality. Which he basically is at this point.