Being stuck in a museum wasn't that bad, Ahk had gotten used to it and the surroundings. But how he was able to roam around outside during the day he was finding himself a little stressed out much easier. He was so used to the museum and everything inside it that going out into the modern world when he was from ancient Egypt was a bit of a culture shock to say the least.

He was experiencing things he'd never experienced before. That and things he had experienced but it'd been so long he completely forgot what it was like.

You'd opted to walk to the museum for the nights visit this time. Ahk still wasn't used to cars and was getting a bit motion sick every time he was in one, so taking a break from that you decided to walk.

He still wasn't used to modern clothes either, so while he'd decided loose and flowy clothes like skirts and and big coats were his favourite as they felt similar to his pharaoh attire, he was still feeling a little strange without the weight of his crown, or the feeling of his beads on his shoulders. Overall having to adapt to modern life so suddenly and not knowing what the hell the tablet was doing was making him a little on edge.

As exited as he was to see the modern world, there were things about it that gave him the chills.

He could SWEAR to the gods that the world was louder. Perhaps it was the dense population of the city or the sounds of cars and machinery, but the world was definitely louder. It felt more crowded too, but that was probably because the modern cities were a lot more packed than the villages and kingdoms of the ancient times.

Needless to say, the tighter streets and smaller spaces of the modern world weren't fun for his claustrophobia, but he could handle it as long as there was at least an arms length of space around him.

You noticed this of course, over the few weeks you'd been having him stay with you while you figured out these tablet shenanigans, you'd noticed he was a lot more jumpy outside the museum. He reacted to every noise, looked over his shoulder when he sensed something behind him even if there was nothing there, complained of the loudness of the world, was skeptical to be near sharp objects.

With your modern knowledge, you figured all the stuff that had happened to him over the years must have had an effect on him. As to be expected, as after being put in a position of power, killed young, locked up in a sarcophagus for 54 years and such would clearly leave some scars. Physical and mental.

"Hey Ahk?" You began, holding his hand with your branded one as you walked down the street in the sunset.

"Yes?" He replied.

"You alright? You seem jumpy"

"Oh... yeah, I'm fine. It's just kinda loud here don't you think?"

"Well we are in the city, there's a lot of people and cars"

He looked at the busy road, and the restaurants starting to fill up with dinner guests. There was so much movement and so much going on, it was so crowded compared the much more open spaces of Egypt back in his day. Sure it was a bustling kingdom, but much more open space wise and people had more room to roam.

"Maybe we can spend some time drawing while we wait for the others to wake up, we're gonna be a bit early" you suggested.

"I'd like that. I want you to show me how you get perspective so perfect" he replied.

"Perspective can be pretty tricky to begin-"

You were cut short of your sentence when a loud scream made you jump. Turning to face it, across the road you saw what looked to be a nasty disagreement between two people outside a bar. Only sunset and people were already getting tipsy? Wow they must have some kind of wild party going on in there.

"Bloody hell that made me jump" you said.

"Me too... looks like they're not too pleased with each other" Ahk replied.

The staff of the bar calmly tried to intercept, but the fight between two clearly drunk guys just got louder. They were yelling something about 'don't talk to my girl', you assumed someone had drunkenly flirted with a girl who already had a boyfriend. You and Ahk just walked past, not wanting anything to do with it.

"Geez, no class. Drunk before 9pm" you snickered.

"Not even our royal banquets got that rowdy... and there was a lot of wine" Ahkmenrah replied.

"You still have some wine from your tomb don't you? I wonder what several thousand year old wine tastes like..."

"They say the more aged the better, but I can't imagine 4000 years of dust tastes very nice"

"Not to mention the sand from the tomb and probably very out of date grapes..."

"I think it's best my burial wine stays an artefact and not consumed"

It'd probably make you either very sick, or COMPLETELY smashed drunk. Either way, drinking it sounded like a bad idea. But if you wanted some nice aged wine, there were plenty of wineries with consumable wine you could go to and have a taste of for a date night.

"Intoxication used to be seen as possession by the gods didn't it?" You asked.

"In many cultures yes, the gods may be responsible for some possessions, but looking back a lot of people probably just way too much to drink" Ahk snickered.

You recalled learning in school that in Ancient Greece Dionysus' wine cult often got hammered and high to 'speak to the gods'. And while you were sure Dionysus was very glad his followers were worshiping him by getting drunk, it probably wasn't the best for their human bodies. It made you wonder if there was anything similar in Ancient Egypt.

"Hey, did you have a wine god like a lot of other cultures did?" You asked.

"Kind of. Shezmu was associated with a lot of things, wine being one of them. But he wasn't just a wine god, he had a lot of associations" Ahk replied.

It was always very interesting hearing things about his culture and life 4000 years ago, so much had changed.

Just as you were about to ask another question, another loud shout startled you. Turning to investigate you found that same bad fight had escalated and the two were running up the street across the road with bar staff and various other people following them trying to stop the fight. One of them on the phone with the police yelling down the phone for help.

"Bloody hell-" you muttered.

While they weren't any harm to you and Ahk being on the other side of the busy road, they were drawing quite the crowd of people trying to help and onlookers in general.

The two were full on screaming at each other now, hurling insults and attempting to throw punches and kicks. You just scoffed, even if alcohol was involved, anyone that resorted to violence over something that could be talked out was just so pathetic to you. Ahk gripped your hand slightly tighter, flinching at the loud shouting.

"Let's not hang around this place..." you said, trying to turn and keep walking only to find a crowd had formed and was blocking your way "For fuck sakes..."

You looked for an alternative route, thinking you could cut through the park or something. But another loud scream made you jump again, this time it was a lot more alarming.

"HE'S GOT A KNIFE!" Yelled one of the bar workers trying to intervene.

Sure enough, one of the drunk men had drawn a pocket knife. Small but with a long, sharp blade. People stepped back, as he threatened to stab, a few brave souls trying to hold him back so no one got hurt.

Just the sight of a sharp knife was enough to make Ahk anxious, but one being swung around threatening to stab, that was what sent chills to his very core.

"(Y/n)-" he said, tightly gripping your arm and stepping back.

"I know we should get out of here, if only these people would fucking move..." you replied, keeping your grip on his hand.

He'd never experienced a feeling like this before. It was different from a panic attack, he knew them well from all those times in his sarcophagus. This felt different, the dread that filled him was so much more violent. That knife in the man's hand, the glint on the blade, the way it swung forward threatening to cut flesh. It was all too similar.

It was like seeing that sight, transported him back to his chambers in Egypt, as he ran from his brothers Khopesh, stumbling over his own two feet and scrambling away in fear.

His breath quickened, the scar on his neck seemingly tingling. He felt the urge to run, to hide, to cry in fear. His grip tightened on your even more, a bone crushing grip of fear. You immediately noticed his sudden shift from anxious to genuine fear, and knew you had to get him out of there quickly.

"Fuck it, hang on" you said, keeping your grip on him tight.

You forced your way through the crowd, shoving people and not even caring if it annoyed people. Your priority was getting Ahk away from the triggering place. He followed you along in a daze, he felt as if he was floating and the world around him wasn't real. Like he'd been detached from his body. In his ears echoed words spoken 4000 years ago, words that still haunted him whenever he had too much time to dwell on the past.

"KAH PLEASE! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!"

"There's nothing TO talk about! YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME! And I intend to take it back!"

"We're brothers! I never asked for this, I'm just doing what the people want! PLEASE KAH- D-DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

"I WON'T SHOW YOU ANY MERCY AHKMEN, NOT AFTER YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

They echoed in his head, the fateful day of his death playing in his mind. A distant memory he wished he'd forgotten so badly, not just the stabbing itself but the betrayal. All he did was love his brother, and in return he had a Khopesh across his neck.

Completely detached from his body, he didn't even realise when you'd arrived at the museum and Larry greeted you at the side door before everyone else had woken up.

"Ahk? Ahkmenrah? Hey it's just me, say something" you said.

He blinked, trying to shake the visions of the past from his mind, opting to focus on your voice. He felt your arms tightly around him, rubbing his back gently.

"What happened? He's not hurt is he?" Larry asked.

"No, he's just triggered. There's a fight on Main Street and someone drew a knife, I think that uh... bought up some bad stuff" you replied.

The pharaoh stayed dazed, but was slowly coming back to his senses feeling your arms and hearing your voice. He'd only now realised the presence of tears on his cheeks and the tenseness of his shoulders. It was like he just mentally checked out for god knows how long and suddenly he was at the museum.

"He's had panic attacks before but never something like this..." Larry commented, a bit worried.

"I think it's a flashback or disassociation or something. I mean, what happened to him in life isn't exactly... nice. It's probably PTSD, unaddressed because they didn't know about it back then" you replied.

"Of course, no wonder. I'll make sure everyone is quiet when they wake up so it doesn't worsen anything"

"Thanks Larry"

Coming back to his senses, Ahkmenrah took a deep breath and looked up at you, now processing your worried gaze down at him.

"Hey, you alright? Talk to me Ahk" you asked.

"What... just..." he muttered.

"I'm no psychologist but I'd say a flashback. Looks like you disassociated, that uh... knife... fight. It triggered you"

He wasn't too educated on modern psychology, and PTSD. But he knew it wasn't a fun thing to have. And considering he just felt immense dread, blacked out for a moment hearing the cries of his final days ring in his ears and then suddenly he was in the museum crying and shaking, he'd say you're probably right.

You wiped his tears with your sleeves, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"You're alright my king, you're alright" you assured, continuing with the gentle touches to keep him grounded.

"(Y/n) I don't understand any of this" he sighed.

"I know, it's complicated. I'll help with everything I can ok? Just breathe and focus on me for now ok?"

If he was going to be wandering around the modern world and figuring out what was going on with the tablet, as well as be there for you and a loving boyfriend he needed to begin to understand his own scarred mind. He was lucky that with your modern knowledge, and your artists way of breaking things down into easier to understand bite size pieces, he'd be just fine.