Gavin awoke in the morning, only momentarily surprised to realise he was in his own bed.
It had taken a good forty-five minutes (and a helpful slap round the face from Griffon) for the Ramseys to pull him out of his panic attack the previous night. He distinctly remembered wrapping himself around Griffon -after her slap had yanked him out of his bad mind place and back to reality- and refusing to let go until he eventually fell asleep with both Ramseys hugging him, as they all curled up together in a silent ball on the sofa. He figured that Geoff must have carried him out to his little hut in the garden after he fell asleep.

He glanced at his alarm clock on his night stand, and sighed when he saw that it was time to get up for work.
Stretching and groaning, he sat up and flung his legs out of bed, only to recoil them with a yelp as his feet collided with something soft that yelled 'FUCK!'
Geoff sat up and glared at Gavin from the floor, where he had apparently decided to spend the night.
'What the...Geoff, what the bloody hell are you doing down there you mong!?'
Geoff groaned, rubbing his forehead where Gavin's foot had stuck him. 'YOU asked me to stay with you, jackass! I put you in bed, and was about to leave, when you woke up and literally begged me not to leave you on your own, so being the fucking tippy top boss that I am, I fucking slept on your hard as dicks floor so you would go back to fucking sleep.'
Gavin blushed furiously as the entirety of last night's events flooded back to him. He looked down at his bed sheet, picking at it so as to not make eye contact with Geoff. Several minutes of awkward silence passed, until Geoff broke it with a grunt.
'Well, I gotta get to fucking work. Go back to sleep, take the day off. I'll be back for lunch, so I'll see you then, asshole.'
He made a move to leave the room, but Gavin lunged forward, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. He turned around to see Gavin looking up at him from the bed, eyes slightly misty with tears he was desperately trying to hold back.
'Geoff, I wanna go to work. Please let me go to work.'
Geoff sighed again, running his hands through his hair. 'Gavin...' he said gently 'you need some time to like...heal 'n shit. Get some rest, recuperate or something. That nurse gave you the number of a therapist to talk to about what happened. The guys will all understand why you don't come in. Please just take a few weeks off or something.'
'Geoff I'm FINE. I don't need a bloody therapist to diagnose me with shit and waste my time and money. I wanna go to work, see my friends, edit some bloody videos, mong about in Minecraft and just get on with my smegging life!'
Geoff looked away, allowing Gavin to furiously wipe away the angry tears that he hadn't been able to keep from falling. He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
He looked back up, internally cursing when he saw that Gavin was using fucking puppy dog eyes that the Brit just knew he could never resist.
'Get dressed, asshole, I'm leaving in 20 minutes- with or without you.' Geoff conceded reluctantly.

Gavin was ready within 5 minutes, and had bugged Geoff so much that they ended up being the first people to arrive at the office.
Once he was sure Gavin was fine with being alone, Geoff headed to the kitchen to grab the cup of coffee he had been denied before leaving the house, because a certain someone had been in too much of a fucking hurry to get to the office.
Although Geoff was acting like his usual asshole self around Gavin, he was actually extremely worried about the kid. He loved Gavin like a son, and he knew him well enough to be able to see when he was actually hurting, and just trying to maintain the British 'stiff-upper-lip' attitude.
When he got back to the office, Ray had arrived, and was talking animatedly with Gavin. Geoff was happy to see a genuine smile on Gavin's face, and flashed a grin and a thumbs up behind Gavin's back at Ray, receiving a small nod and a smile in return.

The morning ran pretty much as normal- although the guys were all very much less grabby with him than they usually were, which he was secretly extremely grateful for. He came to realise that Geoff must have told them all exactly what had happened, and not to bring it up, as not a single person mentioned his bruises or his stay in the hospital at all. Plus Jack had been shooting him sympathetic glances whenever he thought Gavin wasn't looking, and he noticed Ryan and Michael being more lenient and slower to call him out on fuck ups in the lets plays they filmed. He briefly wondered if he should be annoyed that his boss had broken confidence and informed all of his co-workers that he had been drugged and raped, but honestly? He was just immensely relieved that he didn't have to answer any uncomfortable or possibly panic triggering questions.
By the time lunch rolled around, Geoff clearly thought he was capable of being left alone for extended periods of time, as he had decided to go out home for lunch, and didn't bat an eyelid when Gavin politely declined his offer of joining him. Jack had a lunch date with Caiti, so he too exited the office without insisting Gavin come with him. Michael and Ray however had been less comfortable with leaving him behind when they went to Taco Bell -not quite buying his excuse of having editing to do- but they too eventually shrugged and left him to it. Eventually, it was just him and Ryan left in the office, sitting in a comfortable silence. Ryan had elected to bring a packed lunch with him, and was sitting on his sofa, taking occasional bites of a sandwich whilst editing the latest GTA V lets play, brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

Gavin lent back on his chair, stretching in feline-esque fashion, before turning back to his monitor. Well, while he is here, he might as well actually do the editing he had fobbed Michael and Ray off with. He grinned smugly when he opened the file to discover that all he had to do was combine the game footage, with the camera footage that Lindsay filmed of the passing of the Tower of Pimps from Geoff's desk to Michaels. He sat back again, sniggering as he watched the familiar antics of the Achievement Hunters. Michael was doing a victory dance with Gavin, who was whooping and cheering 'TEAM NICE DINAMITE MI-COOL!' as Ryan just sat shaking his head at the camera, arms crossed in disappointment, but unable to prevent an amused smirk spreading across his face.
Michael grabbed the tower from Geoff's desk, and ceremoniously placed it on his own obsidian block, as Gav continued to bounce around the office, tripping over chairs and stepping on everyone. 'You motherfucker! You didn't even win, you mincey little prick!' Geoff pounced on Gavin, causing the younger man to let out a squawk of laughter, as his boss proceeded to hold him in a headlock and scruff his head, grinning like Cheshire cat.
'Yeah, you like that you little bitch! That's what you get for losing me the fucking tower, jackass!'

Gavin's felt his chest tighten, as if an invisible boa constrictor had wrapped around him, as on screen Gavin doubled up laughing and flail around as Geoff grabbed at him. His eyes were glued to the monitor, unable to look away as he watched the two of them rassle on the office floor, cheered on by their co-workers. His gaze was drawn to Geoff's arms as they pinned him to the floor, his tattoos blurring into a mass of colour, as Gavin's vision began to blur, and he realised that he wasn't breathing. He let out a strangled wail as he attempted to take in as much oxygen as possible, but his breaths were too sharp and shallow to be effective. He felt himself slip from his chair, and his arms shoot out on their own accord to attempt to grab the edge of his desk.

Ryan reached Gavin just after he hit the floor, his laptop and lunch abandoned, headphone yanked off of his head and thrown haphazardly behind him. He picked the boy off of the floor, and sat him up on the sofa, crouching in front of him, forcing him to make eye contact as he talked; trying to get him to slow his breathing to control the hyperventilating.
Slowly Gavin's vision began to clear, and Ryan's face came into focus in front of him. With tears pouring down his cheeks, he reached desperately, searching for purchase on the older man's hand. Ryan obliged, rubbing small circles on the back of Gavin's hand with his thumb comfortingly. They sat there for a while –Ryan never leaving Gavin's direct line of vision- until Gavin's breathing gradually slowed to a normal pace.
'How...how did you react so fast?' Gavin croaked, half heartedly wiping away the tears that were still rolling down his face.
Ryan shifted, slightly uncomfortably, blushing a little.
'I...err...I was keeping an eye out for it. I had a friend at college who went through something similar, and she had panic attacks a lot afterwards. I learned how to help her deal with them.'
'Oh.'
They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, Ryan's eyes still never leaving Gavin's face, despite Gavin himself pointedly looking away, too embarrassed to make eye-contact.
Eventually Ryan moved to gather his forgotten stuff, grimacing as he realised that the remainder of his sandwich had landed on the floor.
'Thanks.' Gavin blurted out, looking back at Ryan smiling gratefully.
Ryan grinned back at him, resting a hand momentarily on his shoulder.

'MINECRAFT TIME MOTHERFUCKERS, EVERYBODY GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN HERE.'
Geoff strode back into the office, his smirk slipping as he saw Gavin shrink back into Ryan's sofa, tears still staining his face.
Concern flooded his face as he moved towards the lad, reaching an arm out towards him. His worry quickly turned to alarm, however, as the boy leaped up and scurried across the room to hide under Ray's desk, whimpering slightly, arms covering his head defensively.
Geoff turned to Ryan, his expression perplexed and slightly scared. Ryan narrowed his eyes briefly in return, and moved to join Gavin on the floor, pulling the sobbing boy into his arms, holding him securely.
'I don't know what it is exactly Geoff, but something about you is obviously bothering him. I think you should go for a while.' Ryan stated kindly but firmly.
Geoff was about to argue, as he was deeply concerned at Gavin's behaviour, but a glare from Ryan made it clear that the matter was not up for negotiation. Nodding at Ryan, and shooting one last anxious look at his pseudo-son crumpled in Ryan's arms, he backed out of the office.

Once he was sure Geoff was gone, Gavin looked up at Ryan, clinging to the older man's chest. He knew he should feel weird about sitting pretty much in his friends lap, having just completely freaked out and hidden like a baby rabbit, but he felt so safe in his arms, that it didn't concern him at all.
'Hey there. You ok now?' Ryan murmured gently, not wanting to spook the boy again.
Gavin nodded, wiping his face on his sleeve.
'Wanna talk about it?'
Gavin shrugged, attempting to be nonchalant, but Ryan felt him tense up slightly against his chest.
He expected them to lapse into silence again, so he was surprised when Gavin shifted slightly in his arms, and began to talk.
'Geoff...his hair, and beard...he looks like him. Even his tattoos...' Gavin shivered 'I can't remember much, but watching that video of Geoff...it jogged some memories. I just...' Gavin gulped and buried his face in his hands, causing Ryan to pull him closer.
'Do you wanna go home with someone else tonight? I'd offer, but my kids would keep you awake all night... might not be ideal.'
Gav nodded. 'I'll ask Michael.' He said, pulling out his phone and firing off a quick text.
He gave Ryan one last hug, and pulled himself away to sit back at his desk. Ryan stood up, dusted off his jeans and also strode back over to continue his editing, ruffling Gav's hair fondly as he passed.
Gavin smiled, feeling a huge rush of affection towards Ryan. They had never really spent much time together, even within the office, but the older man had not only rushed to his aide without a moment's thought, but had actually been looking out for him just in case he needed help.
He felt a buzz from his pocket, and pulled his phone out again, guessing that it was Michael replying to his request to stay with him for a while.
He expected a torrent of questions from the quick tempered Jersey Boy, but saw only one line in reply.

'Course ya can gavvers. Ur my boi! 3'