[If he could pull Steven inside with him, he would-- well, maybe he can, but it feels like a selfish thing to do. If he focuses hard enough, he can feel the weight on Steven's chest, the near panic attack he's worked himself into.]
C'mon-- try to relax.
[The texts are forgotten in favor of just-- speaking to Steven directly. He has enough control to move one of their hands to hold the other, rub his thumb over the hand Steven's knuckles soothingly.]
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C'mon-- try to relax.
[The texts are forgotten in favor of just-- speaking to Steven directly. He has enough control to move one of their hands to hold the other, rub his thumb over the hand Steven's knuckles soothingly.]
What do you need me to do, Steven?