Archard's Anchored Frost. {Man×Man}

I forcibly still my jittery self, there was no reason for panic at this particular moment, though my heart-rate said otherwise.

Joss jeered towards me, portraying annoyance to my social-anxiety. "Are you listening?" His tone guttural and raw, preferably due to lack of proper sleep this week. I knew how that felt but luckily for him it was only momentarily. Mine had year's etched under the belt. "I'm your anchor, frost." He advised.

Why couldn't Joss just have overslept today and i could've stayed indoors where it's safe and sound, secluded rather than about to experience a mental breakdown that will naturally draw unwanted attention to oneself. Yet stability of the mind was far from any of the minor capabilities i possessed.

So i huffed and puffed, stood halfway off the diners ancient chair before spasming violently onto cold tiles, then fainting.