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Quill has anxiety issues, he always has. But that never makes panic attacks easier.
And sure, he’s learned to cope with his anxiety , but it’s incredibly hard for him to come down from a panic attack on his own.
Which is exactly why Quill is currently choking on sobs and trembling alone in his room. He doesn’t really know how long he’s been like this, but his arms and legs and everything hurts, so he assumes it’s been a while.
The wolf doesn’t even know what triggered it, one moment he was just talking to some online friends, the next moment he’s curled into the corner, fighting a losing battle against his anxiety.
There’s a knock on his door that’s so quiet compared to his racing thoughts and perpetual anxiety that Quill almost doesn’t hear it. “Quill?”
Oh, it’s Orion. He knocks again. “Dinner’s ready, Kris told me to let you know.”
As much as Quill wants to say something, he physically can’t. He just lets out another sob. The door opens gently, and Orion freezes. “Oh.”
Really? ‘Oh’? Quill thinks, though the thought is quickly erased when Orion slips in, shutting the door for privacy, and kneels down in front of him. “Is there anything I can do to help right now? Or do you just want a hug? Tap once for the first one, twice for the second one.”
With a shaking paw, Quill taps him twice, and Orion wraps his arms around the wolf.
“You’re fluffy,” Orion murmurs after a moment.
Quill buries his face in the human’s neck.