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Panic attacks, platonic Vader Piett

Platonic Vader and Piett, they both need more love and hugs so why not get that sense of safty from the other?
This is before they really trusted eachother and during Pietts first year as admiral. Also non-crispy Vader

Pietts P.O.V
I lay down on my bed, still wearing the uniform and exausted, suddenly the door slid open and I froze as I saw lord Vader. I went to grab my hat(that and the boots being the only things I had bothered taking off) but Vader suddenly fell down, I noticed he wasn't wearing his mask and tears streamed down his face.

I jumped out of bed and ran over to him "M'lord?!" I asked worriedly, Vader wheezed and shook and I realised he was too panicked to breathe, I hesitated then reached out for Vader and he grabbed my hand holding so tight I'm sure he crushed a few bones
"P-Piett, please." he wheezed, gulping for breathe but not managing to get any air. What do I do?! I looked around for anything that might help him.
"I- what do- j-just breathe." I said, Vader opened his mouth to respond but buckled over barely managing to lift himself up on the ground "L-like this, in-" I breathed in "-out-" I exhaled slowly "-in, out, in, out." I continued for a bit and Vader slowly managed to breathe again but he didn't stop crying and was still shaking.

He looked like a mess, on the floor like this and I knew my eyes were still wide at the absurdity of this situation. Suddenly I realised he was talking, the same to words over and over again 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he kept repeating it and I grabbed his hands, "Hey." I said, he looked up at me and I hugged him.

I braced myself for him to punch me, or kick me, or choke me, but it didn't happen, for the first time in- well for the first time ever, I saw him relax, he sobbed, and sobbed and broke down in my arms.

Soon he stopped, sniffing and looking up at me, I looked at him in shock. His cheeks shined with tears and I noticed that he had stains on his face- like he had cried so much it was burned into his face, he had ice blue eyes, and dark brown hair that framed his face in curls.
"Thank you." he whispered into my tear-stained uniform, I felt him relax and he kept hugging me although I could feel his exaustion in the way he could barely lift himself up.
"Sleep." I said, he nodded and went limp in my arms.