Headcanons for Sonny cupping the reader's face to calm them down when they're having a panic attack?
Sonny saw when your eyes glazed over. Your breath started to come in sharper, more rapidly, and you clutched at your chest. Before he could say anything, you took off running.
You had just went over trial prep with him, and you were on your way outside, done for the day. You had been fine all day until now.
Sonny hurried after you, but didn't catch up until you had made it outside, gasping for air. He reached you just as you started to shake violently, and your knees buckled. He dropped his briefcase, kneeling in front of you. He very gently cupped your face, almost afraid to touch you.
"What's happening, doll? Talk to me, please," he said, worry covering his face.
But you couldn't answer him. You muttered something about, "afraid, panic attack," but your voice was so soft and broken, you didn't think he heard you.
"Hey, hey, look at me. Look at my eyes, come on," he instructed, and you did, you looked at him while still gasping for air. "What color are my eyes, huh? What color?"
It took a huge amount of strength to breathe out a soft, "blue."
"That's right, they're blue. What else is blue? I know you know this; tell me what else is blue."
You were still shaking violently, clutching your chest, but he held your face firmly, forcing you to look into those ocean-blue eyes.
"Come on, doll. What else is blue? Maybe what's above us right now?" He looked up and you swallowed.
"The sk--sky--" you choked out.
"That's right--the sky is blue, too. What else? Think about it--what else is blue?"
Slowly, you pulled your mind from the swirling thoughts, thinking about the color blue. Sonny's eyes, the sky. "Your tie--it's bl--blue," you muttered.
"Good, it's blue. What else?"
Slowly, you listed off blue items--the car driving by, the ocean, your notebook. The more you thought about the color blue, the calmer your racing heart became. You slowly regained your breath, and the shaking stopped.
"Th--thank you, Sonny," you said with a small smile. Gently, he helped you stand, his hands moving from your face to your arms, gripping you tightly, but not enough to hurt.
"Don't mention it; I'm just glad you're okay. Panic attacks are never fun--just gotta get your mind focused on somethin' else," he explained.
You nodded before you gave him a hug. He hesitated for only a moment before he was hugging you back.
