Griffon's heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty. She licked her lips nervously as she stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at her boyfriend. Geoff was more at home in the kitchen than anyone she knew, and he was currently chopping veggies in preparation for that nights dinner, whilst bopping along to the radio. He sensed her presence, and turned to face her, grinning widely as he started singing alongside the current artist (WAY off key, but singing none the less), reaching his arms out to beckon her towards him. She relented with a chuckle, and fell into his arms as he twisted and turned her, gently goading her into jiving just as ridiculously as he was (truth be told, she didn't need much goading; she loved these moments more than anything). She gazed up at him as the song changed to a slow number, and Geoff adjusted his dance accordingly, now holding her close to him as he swayed them both from side to side, serenading her, his voice cracking deliberately on the high notes.
She was gonna do it. Right now; it was perfect! She was just gonna bite the bullet and go for it.
'Geoff, will you marry me?'

Geoff abruptly stopped swaying, staring down at his girlfriend. His breath caught in his throat, and hitched, eyes blown wide open, pupils dilated. He tried to speak, untangling himself from Griffons embrace and backing away rapidly, but breathing was becoming a major issue, so talking was out of the question. Realising that his oxygen intake had dramatically dropped, Geoff tried to take a deep breath, but it was as if his throat had closed up and was refusing to allow entry to the much needed air. Panicking, he attempted to take another breath, but once again it failed. His breathing became shallow and desperate, terror clear in his eyes as his vision harshly narrowed and blurred, as if he was looking into a tunnel. He backed himself against the kitchen wall, fending off all Griffons attempts to help with a weak bat of his hand. He slid down the wall, and crumpled into a heap on the floor. He barely even registered Griffon kneel down beside him, tilting his head up to open up his airway more.
She ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, trying to keep calm for Geoff, despite the panic rising in her own chest. She had never seen her boyfriend like this, in all their years together. She had seen him upset, sure, but nowhere near like this.
'Its okay baby, its okay. Come back to me, Geoff. I'm here. Come back to me. I'm here and I love you.'
She punctuated each whispered sentence with a tender kiss to his cheek, using the hand that wasn't massaging through his hair, to gently lace her fingers between his own. She squeezed his hand gently, and couldn't stop the relieved smile breaking out on her face when he softly grasped hers in return.
As Geoff visibly began to calm; his breathing becoming less sharp and more natural, Griffon continued to sooth him, firmly pushing aside the thoughts that fought to surface. As much as she wanted to know, and was honestly a little hurt as to why her proposal had triggered such a violent negative reaction in Geoff, she was determined not to set him off again by demanding answers so soon after a panic attack.
She continued her ministrations on his scalp, revelling in the small victory when Geoff lent into her touch, and gripped her hand more securely. She slowly pulled him into a kneeling position, manoeuvring the man into a secure hug, whispering encouragingly when he blanched away from her, peppering his face with kisses.
They sat on the floor, Geoff enveloped in Griffons arms as they knelt in front of each other, his face buried into her neck, as he hiccupped back the tears he was determined would not leave his eyes. They stayed in that position for ten minutes, Griffon silently cheering each time Geoff took a deep breath.
'Geoff...' she said gently 'As much as I love you sweetie, my knees are falling asleep, and I'm sure yours can't be much better.' She grinned at him as he let out a small snort of laughter.
He stood up, gently pulling her to her feet too, kissing her forehead to reassure her that he was okay. She slipped her arms around his waist, and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the nose.

'Do you...do you wanna talk about it, sweetie?' she ventured cautiously, rubbing a hand up and down his arm encouragingly, tracing around his tattoos.
She immediately regretted her question, cursing herself mentally as Geoff once again pulled himself away from her.

'I gotta go see Burnie, got some RvB stuff to sort out.' He said, hurriedly making his way out of the kitchen.
'But the series is finished; he said everything is done and ready for uploading soon.' Griffon followed him as he grabbed his shoes and jacket, and snatched his phone off the sofa.
'For the next series. Or finishing touches on this one. Or something. I dunno, just need to see Burnie now.' He babbled, all but running out of the front door.
'Geoff!'
Geoff ignored her as he tugged on his coat whilst he strode down the street, trying to will his ragged breaths back to normal- having a panic attack on your own kitchen floor is one thing; in the street, alone at 9pm was a whole other ball game. He frantically punched in the familiar number on his phone, raising it to his ear. By the 4th ring, he had lost all hope of preventing the panic. When Burnie answered, he just barked out his location with a desperate 'hurry' and curled up into a sobbing ball in the middle of the sidewalk -immensely grateful for the lack of people- waiting for his best friend to come and save him.