"Jillie," says Newt, well aware of what a panic attack looks like. He
crouches down, his hands spread in surrender, in submission. "Jillian.
You're okay. You're safe, okay?" He shrugs out of his coat, battered
leather, and holds it out to her. He knows better than to try and swoop it
around her shoulders. "I'm here."
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Date: 2017-02-19 09:12 pm (UTC)"Jillie," says Newt, well aware of what a panic attack looks like. He crouches down, his hands spread in surrender, in submission. "Jillian. You're okay. You're safe, okay?" He shrugs out of his coat, battered leather, and holds it out to her. He knows better than to try and swoop it around her shoulders. "I'm here."