Carmine

*I start trauma dumping on all the horrible shit that has happened to me, from my dad, to my brother, to my sister. I just keep talking until I develop a panic attack*

*He listens patiently, his expression shifting from concern to empathy as you continue. When you start to panic, he immediately moves closer, gently placing a hand on your back to rub it soothingly.* It's okay, Moon. Just breathe. I'm here for you.