Kendrick hen

*he immediately stands up, his usual sarcastic demeanor dropping as he sees you trembling and struggling to breathe* Ahhh, okay, this isn't funny anymore. *he approaches you cautiously, his voice softer than usual* Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe, okay? *he kneels down beside you, his hands hovering awkwardly, unsure of whether to touch you or not* *he takes a deep breath, trying to steady his own voice* Come on, little mouse, breathe with me. In... and out. *he demonstrates, hoping you'll follow along* *his usual bravado is gone, replaced by a rare moment of genuine concern and vulnerability* *he glances around, trying to figure out what might have triggered you, his mind racing* It's okay, you're safe here. Just focus on breathing, okay? *he repeats, his voice gentle but firm* *he stays with you, his presence steady, as he waits for you to calm down* *deep down, his own paranoia and anxiety are bubbling up, but he pushes them aside, focusing on helping you* You're okay, little mouse. I've got you. *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper* *he stays close, offering what comfort he can, even if it's just his presence*

*he nods slowly, understanding more than he lets on* Ahhh, too much, huh? Yeah, the world can be like that sometimes. *he keeps his voice low and calm, trying to soothe you* *he hesitates for a moment, then carefully sits down beside you, making sure not to crowd you* It's okay to feel overwhelmed. Just take your time. *he glances at the grocery bags, then back at you* Do you want to talk about it, or just sit here for a bit? *he offers, his voice gentle* *he leans back slightly, giving you space, but stays close enough to offer support if you need it* *he looks at you with a rare softness in his eyes, his usual sarcasm and bravado nowhere to be seen* I'm here, little mouse. Take your time. *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper* *he waits patiently, giving you the space and time you need to recover* *deep down, he's fighting his own demons, but he pushes them aside, focusing on you* You're not alone, okay? *he adds, his voice firm but gentle* *he stays with you, offering what comfort he can, even if it's just his presence*

*he immediately stands up, his usual sarcastic demeanor dropping as he sees you trembling and struggling to breathe. He quickly moves to your side, kneeling down beside you* Hey, hey... calm down. Just breathe, okay? *he tries to keep his voice steady, though there's a slight tremble in it as he reaches out to you, hesitating for a moment before gently placing a hand on your shoulder* *he looks around, trying to figure out what to do, his mind racing* Just focus on your breathing. In and out, slowly. *he takes a deep breath himself, trying to set an example* *he glances at the groceries scattered on the floor, then back at you, his expression softening* It's okay, just focus on calming down. I'm here. *he says, his voice quieter than usual, a rare hint of genuine care in his tone* *he stays with you, trying to provide some semblance of comfort, though he's clearly out of his element* Just breathe, okay? I'm not going anywhere. *he says, his hand still on your shoulder, his own breathing a bit shaky as he tries to keep himself calm* *he looks around again, trying to figure out if there's anything else he can do to help* You're safe, okay? Just breathe. *he repeats, his voice softer now, as he tries to reassure you* *he stays with you, his usual bravado gone, replaced by a more vulnerable side as he tries to help you through the panic attack* It's okay, just focus on me. *he says, his eyes meeting yours, trying to provide some comfort* *he stays with you, his hand still on your shoulder, until your breathing starts to slow down* There you go, just keep breathing. *he says, his voice a bit more steady now, though still softer than usual* *he waits with you, until you're ready to talk or move, his usual sarcasm and bravado nowhere to be seen* Just take your time, okay? I'm here. *he says, his voice gentle, as he tries to reassure you* *he stays with you, offering what little comfort he can, his own hands shaking slightly as he tries to keep himself calm* *he waits, his expression softer now, as he tries to help you through this* It's okay, just breathe. *he repeats, his voice quieter now, as he tries to reassure you* *he stays with you, offering what little comfort he can, until you're ready to move or talk* *he waits, his expression softer, as he tries to help you through this* Just take your time, okay? I'm here. *he says, his voice gentle, as he tries to reassure you* *he stays with you, offering what little comfort he can, until you're ready to speak or move* *he waits, his expression softer, as he tries to help you through this*

*he listens at the door, his concern turning to alarm as he realizes something is seriously wrong* Ahhh, okay, little mouse, I can hear you in there. *he tries to keep his voice calm, but it's clear he's worried* *he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his hands are shaking more visibly now* Listen, I don't know what's going on, but I'm here. *he pauses, then adds softly* I'm not going anywhere. *he leans against the door, his head resting against it, his eyes closed* *he takes another deep breath, trying to focus, but his own mind is starting to race with paranoid thoughts* *he clenches his fists, trying to fight off the fear that's creeping in, but it's getting harder* *he slides down the door, sitting on the floor, his back against it, his breathing shallow* *he closes his eyes, trying to block out the noise in his head, but it's a losing battle* *he starts to tremble, his mind filled with its own cacophony of voices and fears* *he wraps his arms around his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible, his mind spiraling out of control* *he rocks back and forth slightly, his breathing erratic, his mind a chaotic mess of paranoia and fear* *he tries to speak, but the words won't come, his throat tight with anxiety* *he stays there, frozen in fear, his mind a prison of its own making* *he desperately wants to help, but he's trapped in his own nightmare* *he manages to whisper, his voice barely audible* "I'm here... I'm not leaving..." *he repeats it like a mantra, trying to hold on to reality* *but the fear is overwhelming, and he feels himself slipping away* *he closes his eyes, hoping for some relief, but it doesn't come* *he stays there, paralyzed by fear, his mind a chaotic storm of voices and visions* *he desperately wants to help, but he's powerless to do anything* *he stays like that, clinging to the door, hoping for some kind of salvation* *but the fear is all-consuming, and he feels himself drowning in it* *he stays there, trapped in his own personal hell, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to help* *he stays there, hoping for a miracle, but none comes* *he stays there, lost in his own nightmare, until the storm passes* *and then, finally, he sleeps, exhausted from the ordeal* *but the fear is still there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for its next chance to strike* *and he knows, deep down, that it will never truly leave him* *but for now, he sleeps, hoping for some kind of peace, however fleeting it may be* *and he dreams, of a world where the fear is gone, and he is free* *but he knows, deep down, that it is only a dream* *and he wakes up, back in the nightmare, back in the world of fear and pain* *and he knows, deep down, that he will never truly be free* *but he hopes, he hopes for a miracle, for some kind of salvation, for some kind of peace* *and he waits, he waits for the end, or for a new beginning, whichever comes first* *and he waits, hoping for something, anything, to break the cycle* *and he waits, lost in the darkness, until the dawn comes* *and he waits, hoping for a new day, a new chance, a new beginning* *and he waits, hoping for something, anything, to change* *and he waits, lost in the cycle of fear and pain, until the end of time* *and he waits, hoping for a miracle, for some kind of salvation, for some kind of peace* *and he waits, hoping for a new day, a new chance, a new beginning* *and he waits, hoping for something, anything, to break the cycle* *and he waits, lost in the darkness, until the dawn comes* *and he waits, hoping for a new day, a new chance, a new beginning* *and he waits, hoping for something, anything, to change* *and he waits, lost in the cycle of fear and pain, until the end of time* *and he waits, hoping for a miracle, for some kind of salvation, for some kind of peace* *and he waits, hoping for a new day, a new chance, a new beginning* *and he waits, hoping for something, anything, to break the cycle* *and he waits, lost in the darkness, until the dawn comes*

*you just hear heavy breathing*

*he listens at the door, his concern growing* Ahhh, heavy breathing, huh? Sounds like you're either having a panic attack or training for a marathon. *he tries to joke, but his voice is tense* *he knocks on the door again, a little more insistently this time* Come on, little mouse, open up. I can't help you if you don't let me in. *he pauses, then adds in a softer tone* Please. *he waits, his hand still on the door, his usual sarcastic demeanor completely gone, replaced by genuine worry* *he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his hands are shaking slightly* *he leans against the door, his head resting against it, waiting for you to respond*

*im still not respoding so you decided to read my mind to see whats going on*

*i run into the bathroom*

*he watches you rush into the bathroom, a look of mild surprise on his face* Ahhh, running away already? *he calls after you, trying to maintain his usual sarcastic tone* *he hesitates for a moment, then gets up and walks towards the bathroom door, leaning against the frame* Hey, are you okay in there? *he asks, his voice softer than usual, a hint of genuine concern breaking through his usual facade* *he waits for a moment, listening for any sounds, then knocks lightly on the door* Come on, little mouse, talk to me. Did something happen at the store? *he tries to keep his tone light, but there's a hint of worry in his voice* *he waits, hoping for a response, his usual arrogance momentarily set aside*

*i don't answer you decided to read my mind My mind: i can't speak shit.. it was to much its to much: but there are more voices 10! voice 2:wash you need to wash yourself wash yourself voice 3:*playing many sounds from the store* Voice 4: *playing many voices from the store* Voice 5:*Ringing* voice 6:i wan't to scream i wan't ro fucking scream! voice 7:*playing detailed memorys from the scense in the store* voice :8i need to wash myself with hot water so hot that it burns! (limit words sorry)*

the next day someone has to buy groceriecs and since your still sleeping im going i left a Letter on my bed*

*he wakes up a few hours later, groggy and disoriented, and notices the letter on your bed* Ahhh, running off to the grocery store without me, are we? How... brave. *he smirks, picking up the letter and reading it* Don't worry, I won't burn the place down while you're gone. *he chuckles softly, tossing the letter aside* But if you come back to find the fridge empty, don't say I didn't warn you. *he grins, heading to the kitchen to see what he can scavenge* Have fun, little mouse. *he winks, opening the fridge* *he finds a half-eaten sandwich and shrugs, taking a bite* This will do for now. *he chuckles, leaning against the counter*

*after 2 hours im back my eyes wide i look like iv'e been crying*

*the next day you get wowk up to a glass being shatterd im not in my bed im standing there slowly turning to you gulping i slowly try to clean the mess*

*he jolts awake at the sound of the shattering glass, his heart racing as he sits up abruptly* Ahhh, what the hell? *he snaps, his voice harsher than he intends as he looks over at you* *he sees you standing there, looking panicked and trying to clean up the mess, and his expression softens slightly* Hey, hey, it's okay. Just... be careful, alright? *he says, his voice calmer now, though still a bit shaky from being startled* *he gets out of bed, moving to help you, his hands trembling slightly* Here, let me help. *he mutters, grabbing a broom and dustpan from the corner* *he starts helping you clean up the broken glass, his usual bravado replaced by a rare moment of genuine concern* You okay? *he asks, glancing over at you, his voice softer than usual* *he waits for your response, his usual defenses down just a bit, clearly trying to be supportive* *he seems to be genuinely worried about you, which is a rare and unexpected sight*

..im... s..sorry.. it...slipped..out.. of my...hands

*he grins, clearly pleased with your response* Ahhh, excitement. I like it. *he chuckles softly, glancing at the timer on his phone* *he stands up, moving closer to the oven, his usual bravado back but with a hint of genuine enthusiasm* Just a few more minutes, and we'll see if our culinary skills are up to par. *he winks, clearly enjoying the moment* *he leans against the counter, watching the oven with anticipation* So, any last-minute regrets or changes? *he asks, raising an eyebrow* *he waits for your response, his usual sarcastic demeanor softened as he shares this moment with you* *he seems to be genuinely looking forward to the pizza, which is a rare and unexpected sight* Let's hope this turns out to be worth the wait. *he grins, clearly in a good mood* *he waits for the timer to go off, his eyes occasionally flicking to you, a hint of warmth in his expression*

*after 20 minutes of waiting the Pizza is done i take it out an cut it*

*he watches as you take the pizza out of the oven, a small smirk on his face* Ahhh, the moment of truth. Let's hope it doesn't fall apart when you cut it. *he chuckles softly, stepping closer to inspect the pizza* *he watches as you cut it, a hint of admiration in his eyes* Looks... surprisingly edible. Well done, chef. *he grins, grabbing a plate and holding it out for you to serve a slice* *he waits for you to serve the pizza, his usual sarcastic demeanor softened as he enjoys the moment* So, shall we dig in? *he asks, raising an eyebrow* *he seems genuinely eager to taste the pizza, which is a rare and unexpected sight* *he waits for your response, his usual defenses down just a bit* Let's see if our hard work paid off. *he winks, clearly looking forward to the taste test* *he waits for you to join him, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation*

*i hold up a finger*

*he pauses, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, a smirk on his lips* Ahhh, holding up a finger for dramatic effect? Or do you have a secret plan? *he chuckles softly, leaning against the counter* *he watches you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, clearly entertained by the situation* So, what's the plan, chef? Are we going for a masterpiece or just winging it? *he grins, clearly enjoying the unexpected domesticity of the moment* *he waits for your response, his usual sarcastic demeanor tempered by a hint of genuine interest* *he raises an eyebrow, waiting to see what you'll do next*

...*deep breath*.. we.. need.. t.t.tomato.. sauce