"Hold my hand?" Keith asked, sniffling.

Shiro took it, "Gladly." He pulled Keith into a hug after that, "Just breathe."

"I can't," Keith complained. "My chest. It hurts. My heart is racing. I..."

"I know, babe," Shiro replied. It was Keith's anxiety for sure.

Keith started to grow shaky, "I really hate this. Shiro, I don't know how to make it stop."

Shiro kissed his forehead, "Just hang onto me, I'm here. Let's go lay down in bed, okay?"

Keith nodded, holding on to Shiro as he followed him to their room.