The fact that Fitz believed he was safe with Mack made his lips quirk into a short smile, though, he must’ve known that before when Fitz first showed up at his door earlier that night. “Good, good. Keep on breathing just like that until you’re relaxed. Deep breaths.” Mack continued to encourage gently. Not that he needed it, but it felt like therapy for himself.

He allowed his eyes to shut for the moment, just listening to the shaky breaths the little guy took. He’d be fine and Mack would do this every night until Fitz no longer needed it. For now though, he was going to enjoy the company while he had it.