Michael shut down his phone, though normally he would then keep it in his pocket incase Jeremy did something cute that he had to take a picture of, he was unable to do so due to the phone being stuck to the basement wall with the duct tape that refused to come off, so he decided he'd just take it back from the wall when it decided to give way from sticking. He sighed and stepped back, "It's off...what was that abo-" He turned around and saw Jeremy huddled up on the floor, clutching his knees to his face, he recognized this as one of his oncoming anxiety attacks and rushed to his side, flopping himself down beside Jeremy and wrapping his arms around him, pressing his cheek to his head, silently comforting him.

Jeremy held onto Michael's arm, taking a breath before pressing his face to the sleeve of Michael's hoodie, "...It's okay, I'm fine..."

Michael lifted his head, "You sure? You seemed pretty freaked out just a minute ago...-"

"Just forget it." Jeremy muttered.

Michael shifted to sit in front of him, placing his hands on Jeremy's knees, "You can talk to me about this stuff Jer, ...I won't care what you say."

Jeremy shook his head, "No...can we just...forget about it...?"

Michael frowned, but nodded, "Alright." He returned to Jeremy's side and rested his head on Jeremy's shoulder, "Love you."

"...Love you too."

[To be continued in the future...]