Zac hated that he didn’t like big festivals. Zac’s agoraphobia was always worse when it came to stuff like this, and he was working on it with his therapist, but big crowds didn’t come at all easy to Zac, but he was encouraged to try and go out, because giving into the anxiety of it always seemed to make it worse when he did go out. He usually floated around the edges of the crowd to keep his anxiety at bay and avoid a panic attack. Panic attacks were not at all fun and even worse when it came to his lungs. He had already had one thinking about how many people might be there that morning, but he did some calming exercises and video chatted Cal as he did an albuterol treatment. Zac jumped when he heard a voice behind him. He turned. “Hey, I thought you were going to find that face painting place,” he said.