𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 : While going out with the various! genshin men, you unexpectedly experience an overwhelming panic attack. Recognizing the distress, they immediately intervene by removing you from the stressful environment to a secluded spot to help you get through.
ⓘ : 𝐒𝐅𝐖. panic attacks, severe anxiety, crowded places / sensory overload, claustrophobia, hyperventilation / difficulty breathing, mostly fluff how they try to help you through the panic attack!!
.𖥔 ݁ VARKA
The grand master’s booming laughter and relaxed stride would vanish the instant he felt the sudden, trembling hitch in your step amidst the bustling festival crowd. Varka wouldn’t hesitate, his easygoing grin would instantly be replaced by a sharp, protective focus as he immediately used his massive frame to shield you from the crushing sea of people, stepping between you and the noise like a human fortress.
Without asking tedious questions that would force you to think, he’d wrap a comforting arm securely around your shoulders to ground you, gently but firmly steering you out of the chaotic thoroughfare and into a quiet, shadowed alleyway behind the buildings where the noise faded into stillness.
The cool stone walls of the secluded courtyard offered an immediate reprieve from the overwhelming festival lights, the distant chatter of the Mondstadt citizens reduced to a low, harmless murmur.
Varka slowly guided you to sit on a low stone bench, immediately dropping to his knees right in front of you so he was eye-level, completely stripping away his commanding grand master presence. His massive calloused hands came to rest gently on your trembling knees, their steady weight providing an instant anchor as your chest heaved shallow, panicked gasps.
“Hey, take it easy. Look right here, I’ve got you,” Varka murmured, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that was soothing, entirely devoid of his usual loud theatrics. He took one of your shaking hands and pressed it flat against his broad chest, right over his heart, letting you feel the steady, slow rhythm of his own heartbeat. “Don’t worry about the crowd,” he continued.
“Just match my breathing. Big breath in…” He paused, drawing in a deep, exaggerated breath himself. His broad chest expanded slightly beneath his clothing and armor. Seeing his steady composure, you shakily sucked in a shallow breath, trying your best to natch the immense depth of his.
“...And let it out.” His chest slowly collapsed as he released a long, steady exhale through his mouth. You followed his cue, letting the trapped air rush past your lips, your tight shoulders dropping as your body finally began to mirror his relaxed posture. “There you go. We’re staying right here as long as you need, no rush at all.”
.𖥔 ݁ AETHER
Aether’s golden eyes would widen in immediate concern the moment he noticed your fingers gripping his sleeve with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity, your breathing turning sharp and shallow. Having traveled across countless nations and witnessed all forms of distress, he recognized the onset of panic instantly and moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency to protect you.
He silently waved Paimon away, giving the floating companion a look to stay where she is before taking your hand in his and gently leading you away from the busy marketplace into the serene, empty docks of the harbor where the open air could give your lungs room to breathe.
The gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the wooden docks provided a soft, rhythmic backdrop as the cool sea breeze swept across your face, helping to clear the suffocating weight in your chest. Aether sat closely beside you on the edge of the pier, his shoulder rubbing against yours to offer a constant sense of physical security without crowding your space. He held your hand with his, his thumb gently and repeatedly tracing smooth, comforting circles against the backs of your knuckles.
“I’m right here. You’re safe with me,” Aether said softly, his voice carrying the calm, steady assurance of a seasoned traveler who had weathered a thousand storms. “Just focus on the sound of the water. Take a deep breath with me. In…”
Aether slowly expanded his chest, drawing in a deep breath of the salty harbor air. He held your hands a little tighter, waiting patiently until you tried to mimic the motion, your chest rising with a shaky, desperate gulp of air as you fought to fill your lungs. “...and out.”
He let his breath go in a long, quiet sigh. He watched you intently as you followed his lead, his golden eyes tracking the slow rise and fall of your chest as the rigid tension finally began to drain from your shoulders, a gentle smile now outstretched on his lips. “You’re doing great,” he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, “we can just sit here and watch the waves until you feel better, okay?”
.𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY
Wriothesley noticed the sudden, icy tremor in your hand where it rested in the crook of his arm, your footsteps faltering as you walked through the dimly lit, echo-prone corridors of the fortress’ upper levels. His sharp eyes immediately took in your pale complexion and the way your gaze darted frantically around the enclosed metal space, recognizing the onset of claustrophobic panic before you could even try to hide it.
Without a single word of fuss, he immediately pivoted on his heel, using his large frame to guide you through a nearby service door and into the private, spacious sanctuary of his personal office, immediately locking the heavy doors behind you to guarantee absolute privacy.
The heavy click of the deadbolt sliding into place signaled that the outside “world” was completely locked away, leaving only the dim, cozy warmth of the office and the crackle of the radiator. Wriothesley didn’t push you into a chair, instead, he pulled you directly against his broad chest, wrapping his heavy arms around you to completely envelop your smaller frame in his comforting warmth.
His massive hands rubbed slow tracks up and down your spine, his leather vest providing a solid, immovable surface for you to press your face against as you trembled. “Woah, easy there sweetheart. You’re alright,” Wriothesley murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against your ear in a lazy, soothing tone that cut through the loud ringing in your head. “Just lean into me and let it out. No one can get in here, and you don’t have to put on a brave face for me.”
He tightened his arms around you, burying his face into your hair as he drew in a heavy, deliberate breath, letting you feel the unwavering expanse of his chest expanding against your cheek. “Just breathe, real slow.”
You shivered against him, forcing your lungs to finally expand and mimic the heavy rise and fall of his chest as the crushing weight in your throat began to dissolve. “Yeah, that’s it. I’ve got you completely covered.”
.𖥔 ݁ FREMINET
Freminet felt a sudden, sharp spike of sympathetic panic the moment he looked over during your walk along the quiet shores of the Court of Fontaine and saw you gripping your chest, your eyes wide with a quiet, suffocating terror. Because he was very familair with the crushing weight of anxiety himself, his initial instinct to shy away vanished entirely, replaced by a deep, protective need to help the person he cared about the most.
He quickly scanned the area, finding a secluded alcove beneath a stone archway near the water’s edge, and gently took your hand, guiding you into the quiet shadow where no passing citizens could see your vulnerability.
The soft lapping of the Fontaine waters against the stone arch provided a familiar, comforting sound as Freminet helped you sit down against the cool masonry. He immediately sat down right next to you, his knees tucked slightly to his chest as he pulled Pers from his belt, gently placing the mechanical penguin into your trembling lap to give your hands something solid to hold onto.
His cheeks were slightly flushed with his own nervousness, but his eyes were completely focused on you, full of a gentle, understanding empathy. “I… I know exactly how this feels. It’s really scary, but it’s going to be okay,” Freminet whispered softly, his voice a quiet, comforting presence that didn’t demand any energy from you.
He carefully reached out, his fingers sliding into yours, squeezing your hand with a gentle reassuring pressure, “you don’t have to say anything at all.” He slowly took your cold shaking fingers and wrapped them tightly around the small, solid frame of the clockwork toy, using his own hands to steady yours against Pers’ smooth metal shell.
“Just hold onto Pers, and hold onto my hand. Let’s listen to the water together, okay?” He took a slow quiet breath, consciously dropping his shoulders and tilting his head closer to yours so you could hear his steady respiration over the splashing of the nearby waves. “It’ll pass soon, I promise… I’m right here with you.”
How genshin men would react to them falling in love with you after rejecting you
Assuming a year has past since your confession. They aren’t sure if you still like them.
Tries to win you over (Subtly)
He believes that if you liked him back then you can like him now. You haven’t got over him, have you? It’s only been a year. You have to still like him a little, right? He tried to reject you as respectfully as possible so all he can do is hope he didn’t break your heart. He goes full courting mode. He will subtly court you or even seduce you if he must. He definitely replays your confession in his head at night. How could he reject you out of all people. Anything you told him during your confession is 100% being used against you. Oh so you like how his gifts are always so considerate? Well now his gifts are extra considerate. Oh you like how strong he is? Well he just happens to show off when protecting you from some hilichurls. He catches one reaction. One small blush or longing look. Any sort of proof that you still like him and he’s asking you out on the spot. He tries being subtle about it to hide his slight guilt for rejecting you then asking you out a year later. If you make him say it then he’ll try to laugh it off. “I mean you did say you wanted to go out with me didn’t you?”
Wriothesley, Heizou, Kaeya, Flins
Desperately Tries to win you over
Similar to the last one except he’s a lot more embarrassed by what he’s doing. He feels like a moron for rejecting you. He honestly can’t tell if you do or don’t still like him. Eventually he asks you out with the same amount of effort you put into asking him. “Hey uh, is that offer for *blank* still open?” He’ll ask while actively blushing.
Kaveh, Itto, Gorou,
Locks in
He is not going to fumble you twice. He’s going to make sure you love him again no matter what it takes. You’ll suddenly notice he’s a lot more attentive. He’ll give you gifts and sometimes just look at you. You don’t know how to feel. Does he like you? He rejected you so you must be overthinking right? Eventually he asks you out as nonchalantly as he can though secretly his heart is beating the life out of his chest.
Kinich, Albedo, Alhaitham,
Plays off the rejection
He’s really hoping you don’t remember his rejection. He’s convinced he wasn’t in his right mind when he rejected you. You’re literally perfect for him. He acts a little bit like a female high schooler with a crush. Overly laughs at your jokes, sits a little too close, stares at you whenever he thinks you aren’t paying attention. When he asks you out he plays it off as a spur of the moment type of thing but in truth he’s been thinking about asking you out for a while. He really hopes that you 1: still like him and 2: that you don’t hold his rejection against him.
He feels upset about liking you. How could he have waited so long to fall in love with you. He’ll stare at his ceiling wondering how he could be so dumb. He wouldn’t confess to you. How could he? It’s been a year. There is no way you still love him. He’ll long for you from afar as if you were the one who rejected him.
Neuvillette, Xiao, Tighnari, Durin, Baizhu
Apologizes
He’ll confess to you but not without an apology. He will apologize for breaking your heart and ask for another chance with a bouquet or something else you like. He feels terrible for rejecting you but doesn’t beat himself too much over it. All he can do is hope you accept but understands why you might reject him.
Kazuha, Gaming, Diluc, Sethos,
Avoids you
He feels so dumb and doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings. His face heats up whenever you talk to him. When you first asked him out he had no interest in romantic relationships but now he wishes he had one with you. He avoids you so much you’re convinced he hates you. It takes intervention from one of his friends/siblings for you to understand what was going on.
my first fanfic kinda nervous. I cross posted this onto AO3 so if you see it anywhere else it ain’t me. But genuinely who wants this under their name.
actress reader x Freminet.
Tw: a bit suggestive, perhaps a little ooc, no smut
word count 1.1k
“Mon Cheri, it pains me to leave you like this.” The male lead strokes the female leads cheek. Pearly droplets fall from her eyes. Her beauty was akin to a doll.
“But I must, mon amour.” She replies, pulling away from the tender caress. She begins walking, then she looks back longingly.
“Surely, by the archons, we will meet again!” She says.
The lights fade to black and the audience explodes in applause. Roses are strewn across the stage as the actors bow and wave.
Freminet doesn’t throw his rose, instead, he hands it to the female lead as she walks backstage. Dull eyed and glowering. She takes the rose as she collapses onto a love seat, where attendants wipe off her makeup and disrobe her.
She twirls the vibrant flower in her hand, unamused.
“A singular rose?” She muses darkly. “How cheap for my first performance in the Opera Epicles.” Her piercing eyes meet Freminet’s dejected ones.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not the only thing I brought.” His eyes lighten up a bit. “Me and Pers made this too. He prods around for his bag and fishes out a box.
Curiosity piqued, she grabs the box and opens it. Lights switch on and 2 figures pop up. Freminet and You, little mecha figures dancing to music. The same song from the Opera you had just performed. On the bottom read,
“Ending and Emerging in Love! Starring Y/N and Freminet”
The clouds on her stormy face disperse as she beams radiantly. She gently sets down the music box and pounces on Freminet, who isn’t much taller than her.
They fall to the ground as she plants kisses all over his freckled cheeks, glowing a bright pink all the way to his ears as he strokes her hair awkwardly.
“If you like that one, I can always make more.” He strokes her hair awkwardly.
She doesn’t get to respond when her attendants and makeup artist drag her up to prepare her for the paparazzi and interviewers. She disappears into a fitting room, thrashing and kicking all the way.
Freminet stands up awkwardly, picking up the well received music box when he feels death glares stabbing at his back.
He can feel peoples eyes, and he can also feel when there’s ill will behind them. It’s standard practice for House of the Hearth kids. He turns around to find the owner and finds the devastatingly handsome male lead turning away from him. He turns away too, feeling his cheeks burn all over again. What did he do to piss him off?
Freminet is forced to follow behind Y/N’s team as they walk down the carpet together. Only because she would dig her heels and refuse to go out unless he came with her. He was reluctant, but it’s as she said, it’s her first show at the Opera Epicles. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t bow to her every whim?
Slipping on a mask and some sunglasses, Freminet walks out with Y/N. Cameras flashing brilliantly. But she doesn’t waver, doesn’t even wince as she gets flashed in the eyes. She just smiles and waves. Answering questions with her flowery voice and cute smile.
Freminet watches as she answers every question gracefully. She was in her element.
“This is your first performance at the Opera Epiclese, how do you feel?!”
“Oh it’s exhilarating! I’m so honored to be allowed to perform for all my lovely fans!” ☆
“Do you have any projects coming up?”
“Oh it’s a secret, but it won’t be for long~!”
“You’re so beautiful! Are you seeing anyone?”
“I’m in love with all my fans equally!” ♡
The last part made Freminets chest tighten even more. He was your fan, does that mean you loved him as much as the average fan? He wasn’t one for confrontation, but behind her, he was restless.
They finally make it back to the Hotel Debord. This time it’s Y/N wearing a mask.
“Ask them for a private dining room.” You whisper, tugging on his sleeve. Freminet’s thoughts scatter. A private dining room at the Hotel Debord? He barely had enough money for a side dish!
“How about we eat at the House?” He suggests gently. “Father isn’t home.” He immediately regrets his choice of words. He only said it because Y/N was intimidated by his Father. His face burns a violent red at the implication.
“That’s not what I meant!” He waves his hands as if to dispel the notion. “I don’t have a ton of mora, so I though-“
“Why would you need mora?” Y/N asks, giving a small laugh. She grabs his shoulder and giving him a good shake. “I’m taking you on a date! So go, walk your pretty little legs up there and ask for a private room. The best one available.” She orders, pushing him to the reception.
Freminet’s face has not been a normal shade the entire night? Pretty? He was going to die!
He orders the room and they’re eating Cream of Mushroom Soup and Garlic Baguette. Topped with a bottle of Fonta.
Y/N seems to be in a good mood. She’s sipping idly on her Fonta as she gazes at the music box, tinkling away its little melody. Freminet can’t take his eyes off her. Her makeup is smeared and he wishes he could just take her face is his hands and-
Her slender fingers cup his cheeks as she gives him a long kiss. Eyes staring sharply into his.
“I liked your idea,” she says pulling away. “The Knave isn’t home, you said?”
Freminet, panting and overwhelmed, can’t begin to form a coherent thought because there’s a string of saliva connecting their lips.
“Come on. My house is too far anyway.” She says, picking up their things as Freminet tries to collect himself.
Her fingers lace between his as she drags him out of the private room, a pep in her step. They turn the corner to find the male lead. Freminet can’t remember his name.
“Oh, Lady Y/N.” He says, stopping and giving a small bow. “The director is looking for you. We’re having a celebration for a successful show.” He says extending a hand.
Freminet wasn’t a violent person by any means. (Outside of work) but something about this handsome man who earlier that evening had been so intimately touching his lover, it made him want to chuck a wench at his sharp and chiseled features!
“Tell the director I have plans.” Y/N answers immediately, brushing past the man, dragging Freminet in tow.
Freminet chances a glance backwards to catch that same glare. But it’s quickly forgotten when they walk back to the House of the Hearth and go into Freminet’s room
would anyone read it? There are a total of 13 Freminet x reader fics. I’m not a great writer and it’s mainly my Freminet brainworms writing. It’s an actress reader x Freminet fic.
Seamstress!Reader who uses Freminet as a model for your pretty dresses, and he gets all shy and red in the face whenever you do that to him... can be a bit segguestive with a short ass dress but it can also just be fluff with you teasing the HELL out of Freminet<3
This is a super peak idea twin you fr cooked. Fremi is my baby and you gave me inspiration, one kiss for you 😘.
Will include: Freminet x reader, reader gets called reader, blushy baby fremi, no pre-established relationship, but they're essentially together yk.
CW: uhhh a teensy tiny bit suggestive, blink and you'll miss it.
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"I said stand still!"
You playfully yelled at the boy in front of you. He couldn't help but wiggle when you got so close to him. He prayed to every god he could think of that you hadn't noticed. (You had) I mean who could miss it? His face was a bright crimson that would elicit jealousy from even the brightest of flames in Natlan. He squirmed every time your fingers pinched the fabric over him a little bit to close to his skin, and not to mention the sounds he made when you 'accidentally' brushed his arm or back.
Freminet was a total blushing mess, he squeaked out a small "sorry". You couldn't blame him, really. Who wouldn't lose their mind? You, the love of his life, had asked him to help you with something. He, of course, had jumped at the opportunity. Had he known it would involve him stripping in front of you (taking off his jacket) having you dress him up like a doll (you put 1 (one) dress on him) and showering him in praise (you called him pretty), he definitely still would've done it.
While he was heavily overthinking, you had secretly already finished and were only continuing to occasionally pinch the fabric to hear his little yelps. He was totally out of it for a few minutes before you decided to stop torturing your poor boy. You leaned up into his ear and whispered: "I'm done", he let out a small sigh of relief, but also disappointment that he'd have to leave.
"Here I'll help you take it off" you unzipped the back, carefully pushed it off his shoulders and helped him step out of the skirt. You hung the modified dress back on its hanger and on the rack. "Thanks for helping me today, I really appreciate it, you're the exact same size as my client and now I can get her modifications done on time!" And before he could process it there was a kiss shaped lipgloss mark on his cheek. His face returned to its red shade from earlier.
He stuttered out a "You're welcome" or a "no problem" or both, he couldn't remember, his mind wasn't exactly present. It was lurking in the memory of the .2 seconds your lips were on him, he wished for it to last forever, but was awoken from his fantasies when you tapped him on the shoulder. "Hmm? What did you say?" He mumbled, still red. "I asked if you wanted to stay here and help out with some other orders? In fact my sewing machine has been making a weird noise, could you check it out?" He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak.
Your sewing machine was fine, of course, but he didn't know that, and he wouldn't figure it out for a long long time until months after when you admitted you just wanted to spend more time together. He in turned blushed again, hard. But this time he was able to cover his flusters with his helmet, which didn't last long when you bribed him with a kiss.
Featuring: Modern | Boyfriend | Freminet x GN reader
TW: None, Fluff
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You and your boyfriend were just sitting on the beach, enjoying a picnic in the shade. A large spread of food was on the light blue and pastel yellow blanket, there was a large container of strawberries, grapes, kiwi, and raspberries covered in a honey-lime dressing, as well as a small container of hummus and pita, etc.
The weather was absolutely perfect, the sky was that perfect shade of blue, the sun was shining. You had brought your sketch book and a small watercolor paint palette and some paint brushes. Using the sea water to paint the scene, Freminet eating some fruit, whilst reading some book on the aquatic world. He was quietly reading to you occasionally showing you some lines from the book.
At some point, you hear these strange noises coming from just beyond the shore. You glance over and see this group of maybe 10 sea otters. Freminet only looks up when you let out a gasp.
"Koi?" Freminet says, slightly muffled from the pita that's in his mouth. You don't respond and he follows your eyes, and his eyes widen.
"Huh. Well that's a small group of otters."
"Guppy, do you see what I see?" You turn your head slowly to look at him, your eyes practically sparkling.
"Otters?" He raises a brow, looking adorably confused.
"No-well yes, but look." You point over to the right of the group of otters and he sees that there are two otters, one laying on top of the other.
"It's just two otters? Is there something I'm missing, Koi?" He tilts his head, squinting his eyes as if trying to see what your seeing.
"Freminet, it's literally us every other night." You gesture wildly with your hands.
"Ohh, that makes more sense." Freminet blinks a few times.
"I swear sometimes your more oblivious than your Father when she's getting flirted with."
In which you watch a scary movie with your partner
Includes in this order -> Wanderer, Kaveh, Venti, Freminet
Tags: modern AU, Halloween themed (duh), fluff/romance
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Wanderer
A horror movie night is his idea of a cozy date night. Just the two of you, no other people, movies of a genre he likes, blankets and cuddles. Perfect.
And the fact that you get scared and cling to him is the biggest bonus
He loves it
He’ll be all sarcastic about it but he loves it
Like in my mind Wanderer was kinda touch averse before you started dating but then whoops he found out he was actually touch starved and really craves your touch (Yes, that is realistic. I might be projecting onto him but for me it makes sense for him to be like that too)
“Oh? You’re scared? How cute.” anyone who says this is ooc should listen to his simulanka voicelines to traveller
Salty popcorn eater, will grimace in disgust if you prefer sweet popcorn
He will point out the flaws of logic and production in these horror movies.
“Oh please, that costume looks cheap as fuck. Who is that meant to scare??” “Seriously? They’re splitting up? Survival instincts of a sock, typical.”
Like suddenly he’s a film critic lmao
His complaining helps you find the movie less scary though so that’s a plus
He notices you tense up less after he complains so as an odd way to soothe you he’ll continue to keep the criticism rolling
Later when you’re trying to fall asleep he’ll check on you whether you’re still scared and no matter what you say, he’ll say that “cuddling will keep the nightmares away” sure buddy
Kaveh
more scared than you
Like this had to have been your idea and because he’s such a good boyfriend he indulges you
Just imagine you two with face masks, a fluffy blanket, two cups of tea and Kaveh in his silk pajamas
“We’re watching a horror movie and you expect me to not pamper myself??? Ever heard about balance?”
You will cling to each other the entire time, both of you scared shitless. If any of you get a notification on the phone he’ll scream in terror
Also he will talk through the entire movie. He’s a stress talker. It would be pretty funny if you didn’t also feel a little bad for him
“Who builds a house with so many dark hallways??? BAD choice. BAD architect.”
Will flinch and squeeze you at every jumpscare but brush it off as “not that scary”
“I wasn’t scared, just startled… yeah, startled. That’s all.”
Please soothe him in some way he will deny being scared but it will be appreciated deep down
That night you sleep with the desklamp on and he’s clinging to you.
He will still eye shadows suspiciously days later
Venti
Very scared #2
He’ll be all thrilled abt the idea of watching a scary movie, bragging about how he’ll comfort you when you’re oh so scared
“Aww, my darling lover scared of watching a horror movie? I’ll protect you hehe~”
He’ll prepare all the snacks, popcorn, chips and soda talking about how this will be so good, seeing you scared and having to comfort you as if he’s your hero
The switch up after the first jumpscare should be studied
He’ll scream and cling to you, whining about how making someone watching that movie is inhumane
“Ynnnnn you’re so mean. Torturing your poor boyfriend’s soul with this”
Halfway through he’s hiding behind you, eyes shut close, muttering something about how how the monster can’t see him if he can’t see the monster
At some point a good amount of popcorn ended up all over the couch and ground, Venti accidentally threw it during another jumpscare
You can barely take the movie seriously anymore, his antics are too entertaining to you
He’ll demand being paid back in kisses and cuddles after having watched that movie that he was so excited about
Freminet
Says he doesn’t mind horror but you can tell he’s hesitant
Please don’t pick a horror movie abt like the ocean or something he doesn’t wanna watch something scary abt his passion
He’ll settle beside you under the blanket and be all quiet for the entire movie
When he’s scared he just stares. It’s him freezing up, so it’s less noticeable than when the others are scared but you can read him so you know what’s up
He keeps unconsciously fidgeting with the blanket and flinching at scenes
If you grab his hand he’ll mutter a quiet “Thank you”. He’s not ashamed to be scared of anything and is happy that you’re trying to comfort him
Also he’s a great comforter if you’re scared
“It’s okay to be scared of these kinds of things, but at the end of the day it’s just a movie. It’s not real.”
Point it out and he’ll be a bit flustered, not used to people finding him particularly comforting
If you’re both scared he’ll probably focus on making you feel better still. He cares a lot about you so he puts you first
He will get over the scare pretty quick tho so after the movie is over he’ll be fine
Will check on you after to make sure you’re okay too
