Anyway Florida getting... some form of comfort? Been hurting him a bit too much recently

tw: mentioned/implied anxiety, mentioned/implied anxiety attack

Florida's still shaking when he comes home, setting his drink on the kitchen counter and crashing in the living room.

He's scrolling mindlessly, trying to keep the bad thoughts at bay as his eyelids grow heavy. He finds a playlist eventually, setting music he knows will help calm him before setting the phone down.

New York comes in shortly after, stopping to look at his partner. He huffs, rolling his eyes and walking back out to get a blanket.

New York sighs softly, wrapping his boyfriend in a blanket and lifting him up.

"You have to stop bottling things up, Flower," he whispers, planting a kiss on Florida's forehead, "we'll work on it." He smiles softly when Florida leans more into his chest.

idk I'm not great at fluff