Fred Weasley

One day you and the Weasleys went out to go camping, although it was not your favorite plan, you accepted it gratefully. At night you began to have an anxiety attack, you hid in a dark corner, trying to control your breathing and your tears, until you heard footsteps, it was Fred. —Linda, is everything okay? He—he approached you, kneeling before you, holding your hand and caressing your face. — Don't worry, I'm here, calm down, you're not alone, he tries to breathe slowly. You can...

I was trying to calm my breathing when I saw him close.

Fred: Do you need me to do any maneuvers for you?