Making out as a breathing exercise

Jeremy was having an anxiety attack. He was sitting in his room blankly staring at nothing, his body felt numb from stress and panic, and he couldn’t seem to control his breath to save his life. Everything felt tense and overwhelming. Jeremy sat in his chair squeezing his hands finger by finger, hoping to get the stinging static feeling to go away. He was shaking and trembling, and it felt like he was almost out of his own body, unable to control his racing thoughts. Even the room felt foreign as if it wasn’t his room at all. As if he was in a completely new place where everything was cold and out to get him. As if it was the room’s fault that he was hyperventilating to the point of feeling nauseous.

The squip stood a few steps away, looking over its struggling host. It had made a few attempts to steady the boy’s breath "manually" — stimulating the diaphragm and trying to take control of the heartbeat, but Jeremy’s panic only got worse from that.

"S-stop!" he said, his voice shaky from the unsteady supply of air. “Don't... Huh... Don't do that tele... Huh... Tekel-l…"

"Telekinesis." The squip stopped him from trying to speak. "The word you're looking for is telekinesis."

“Y-yeah! That... It's scary w-when you... Huhh... Huh... Do stuff I can't see!..”

The squip paused for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay. Let's try something else then."

It took a couple steps closer, leaned down and cupped Jeremy’s face, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Hey. Look at me. You're going to be fine." The supercomputer said in a firm, yet somewhat calming manner. "I am going to do something. What I need from you is to concentrate on what you will be feeling. Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer, the squip put its lips over Jeremy’s. With latter's mouth being open to breathe, this instantly turned into something resembling a CPR. For a moment Jeremy stopped breathing completely, staring at his squip in shock. He felt even more lightheaded than before, unable to process the situation. Sensing the boy's confusion the squip pulled back and explained itself calmly.

"I would normally only do this if you were to drown, for example. Without the visuals, obviously." The squip stated, its expression unfazed. "You are not drowning right now, however I decided it would be the best course of action in your current condition, since you are refusing that I steady your breath internally."

Jeremy opened and closed his mouth a few times, not finding what to say. He could feel the blood vessels in his fingers constrict from how tight he clenched his hands, trying to ground himself enough to concentrate. His body was still shaking from stress and his eyes were darting in every direction. After what felt like an eternity he finally managed to nod with a shaky exhale. Speaking was insanely hard, since Jeremy couldn’t collect his thoughts. Unpleasant dryness in the mouth didn’t help either.

"Good. In that case, I shall continue." The squip said, putting its mouth back over its host’s.

Jeremy nervously closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feeling like the squip had instructed him earlier. He felt the air filling and leaving his mouth, throat and lungs. The rhythm was clashing with Jeremy's own ragged breathing, overtaking it and slowing its pace. Suddenly, he felt his chest tighten and he opened his eyes to see the squip sitting on his lap, embracing him in a hug. Jeremy blushed slightly and quickly closed his eyes back.

This was way too surreal. His own supercomputer visualising himself sitting so close to him, hugging him and more than that, Squip had his lips on Jeremy’s! How did that even come to this? Not that Jeremy was complaining. The closeness felt nice and comforting and somehow almost… warm? Maybe it was. After all, Squip could just make him think he feels some way or another. Physically, that is. The emotional mess that was Jeremy was Jeremy’s own fault. He was always a mess, but, boy, was he a big one now. His anxiety had subsided slightly, but the tsunami of other feelings only seemed to pick up. Without realising it, he pushed a little bit closer to Squip, pressing their lips even tighter together.