The One with the Runaway Groom, Part 3
At the phrase 'panic attack', Jack moved. The paper bags weren't where they usually were, and he remembered Jamie was the last one who went grocery shopping. He called for his brother, who returned outside to get the paper bag.
The silver blond gave it to Dimitri, placing a hand behind the Russian's back as well to rub comforting circles against it, pretty much what they'd do for each other whenever one of them came back to their shared dorm room drunk after random frat parties they've been invited to.
Jack: Okay, just take calming breaths buddy. It's not the end of the world.
Dimitri: *breathing quickly, narrowing his eyes at Jack*
Jack: Okay, maybe it's a big deal but c'mon, don’t look at me like that. I mean, what were you expecting? Just… You know, think of less stressful thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
Dimitri: *inhales* I am *exhales* drawing a blank… Little help?
Jamie: 🎶Think of a wonderful thought. Any merry little thought…🎶
Jack: 😐
Dimitri: 😑
Jamie: 🎶 Think of Christmas, think of snow. Think of sleigh bells off you go!🎶
Dimitri: *throws off paper bag* Not like that.
Astrid: *shrugs* Made me happy. You should join the choir, Jamie.