Being on the recieving end of the help, is less frightening. Or perhaps not, it's still terrifying. Watching someone else in the throws of panic is almost worse, though. He can only do his best and hope that's enough. Bodhi still feels his pulse spike as he lies there with Cassian, trying to help calm him down. He doesn't know all that the other man has endured -- any manner of dream or memory can set these things off.
So he waits, and when his hand presses against his chest, Bodhi gently places his own over it. Right here, Cassian.
It seemed to work, his breathing began to sound less erratic and shallow to him.
"... Cassian? You with me?"
[a gazillion years later, if still interested - invitation without expectation <3 ]
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So he waits, and when his hand presses against his chest, Bodhi gently places his own over it. Right here, Cassian.
It seemed to work, his breathing began to sound less erratic and shallow to him.
"... Cassian? You with me?"
[a gazillion years later, if still interested - invitation without expectation <3 ]
"Are we on Hoth?" he murmured, through a mouth suddenly dry. "If yes… yes. If not…"