Quentin folds him in tighter, cradles the back of his head, kisses his ear, closes his eyes, and just hangs on. He even rocks him, a gentle, slow motion, in time with his breathing, waiting for it to pass, holding on tight.

"You're scared right now. You're scared right now, but you're not going to make a decision ruled by fear. I'm here, and we're going to hold on until the worst of it passes."