did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

its ok

Kat's words shifted from concern to reassurance as she rubbed Bryant's chest gently. "Breath, breath," she whispered softly, trying to calm him down. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate as she continued, "Shh, shh, it's okay." Her touch was soothing, and Bryant could feel his racing heart starting to slow down.

With each calming breath, Bryant felt the panic receding, replaced by a sense of relief. Kat's presence beside him was a comforting anchor in the midst of the chaos. "It's okay," she repeated, her voice a gentle murmur in the room. Bryant closed his eyes, focusing on her words and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

As the panic attack subsided, Bryant's chest felt lighter, and the weight that had been pressing down on him began to lift. Kat's touch and calming words had worked their magic, bringing a sense of peace back into the room. Bryant opened his eyes to see Kat's reassuring smile, grateful for her understanding and support in that moment of vulnerability.

Kat's voice was filled with sincerity as she uttered, "I'm sorry, it's not you." Bryant's gaze softened as he leaned in for a kiss, seeking solace in that moment of emotional turmoil. "It wasn't you," he repeated, his words laced with a mix of regret and affection. "I love you," Kat whispered, her expression earnest and vulnerable.

Bryant's eyes met hers, his heart heavy with the weight of those three simple words. The phrase echoed in his mind, stirring emotions he had never dared to confront before. "I love you," she repeated, her voice a gentle melody in the room. Bryant's silence spoke volumes as he processed the unfamiliar warmth that those words brought to his heart.

In that moment, a wave of realization washed over Bryant. The vulnerability in Kat's confession touched something deep within him, stirring a longing he hadn't acknowledged before. He looked at her, the intensity of his gaze reflecting a mix of emotions - surprise, gratitude, and a hint of newfound understanding. The air between them was charged with unspoken sentiments, creating a space where honesty and vulnerability intertwined in a delicate dance.