fuckmydun
'Reader' (You/your/yours[?]) has a panic attack at a Twenty | One | Pilots concert in the back of the pit and Tyler Joseph helps regulate your breathing (after he takes you backstage) and something about that seems sweet to you, that he would hold off an entire concert for YOU and your "irrelevant" problems, as you tell yourself. You have no idea why, but he makes you feel less insignificant, less lonely, less distant... and little do you know, Tyler smiles because of you after weeks of frowning, constant indifference/unresponsiveness on the outside and crippling depression on the inside.