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The group had insisted on going to that trendy restaurant.Thanos noticed the moment they arrived: the endless line, the loud chatter, the flashes from phones, the restless buzz of overlapping conversations.
Namgyu smiled, as always, saying he was fine.
But Thanos had started to recognize the signs.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked again.
“Yeah, really. Just a little tired.”
But minutes later, Namgyu excused himself with a tense smile and disappeared toward the bathroom. Thanos didn’t hesitate to follow after a few seconds.
He found him hunched over the sink, struggling to breathe, trembling hands gripping the marble edge.
“Hey, hey…” Thanos approached carefully, not crowding him. “I’m here. Breathe with me, okay?”
Namgyu couldn’t speak. He just nodded, eyes full of tears, and let Thanos sit beside him, guiding him patiently through a series of slow, deep breaths.
He held his hand when he needed it.
He gave him time.
He gave him presence.
When Namgyu was finally able to speak, his voice was barely a whisper.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no, baby. You don’t have to apologize for feeling like this,” Thanos replied, firm and gentle at once. “Let’s go. This place sucks.”
Namgyu wanted to protest, but he didn’t have the strength. So he let himself be guided home.
Thanos helped him into comfy clothes, made popcorn, and put on a silly animated movie. They sat together in silence, and when Namgyu finally rested his head on his shoulder, Thanos simply ran a hand through his hair and whispered:
“I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”