Somedays you felt like Dallon hated you. He was out on tour, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Usually you were okay with his absence, but you've been feeling anxious for the past few weeks, his presence usually being your calming draught.

This week was especially bad, but you didn't want to call Dallon. You always worried you were just a burden, or someone he pitied. So you just laid in bed crying and shaking, the negativity consuming your body.

As you were wallowing in your own sadness, Dallon tried calling you. Multiple times. After you didn't pick up the second time, him and the rest of the Panic! bombarded your phone with calls and texts. Only after Brendon's fifth call did you notice your phone lighting up as if it were strobe lights in a Las Vegas club. You groggily picked up the phone, trying to steady your breathing and level your voice.

"Brendon?"

"Y/N!? Why haven't you been answering? You almost gave us all a heart attack!" You checked your missed calls, and of course, there were at least 50 calls from the band piled up, with multiple voicemails.

"Sorry Bren, I just fell as-"

"In the middle of the day?! You sound exhausted still! Have you been staying up all night? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fi-"

"Holy shit, what the fuck happened sweetheart?" Dallon's voice cut through the speaker, finally breaking your protective layer. "Are you-are you okay honey?" Dallon of course heard your shaky breath coming from the microphone, even as you tried to veer your breath away from the phone.

"I-I'm okay Dal. Just having a rough day, that's all." Hoping he believed the lie, you closed your eyes and laid back down.

"I'm no stranger to your anxieties darling, you need to call me when this happens." Dallon sounds disappointed in you, causing you to shake even more, and audibly sob. "Shit, that came off wrong. I love you honey, and that love applies no matter where we are, alright?"

Dallon's comforting words wrapped around you, and you heard the soft opening to The End of All Things coming through the phone. Holding the phone closer to your face, you slowly drift to sleep. But before you can close your eyes, you hear a soft voice through the phone.

"I love you."