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Greg had been working on an important case for weeks, and Mycroft could see how much Greg wanted to close it, but also how much stress it gave him. As his partner, Mycroft knew how to read Greg's moods and offer support whenever needed. So when Greg told him about some event that most likely would offer the necessary clue to solving the case, Mycroft didn't hesitate and offered his assistance. It would be far easier for Greg to get in with Mycroft by his side.
However, when they arrived at the venue, Mycroft realized that the event was much larger than he had anticipated. The room was packed with people, and Mycroft immediately felt uncomfortable.
"I hate the crowds, you know that," Mycroft said, his voice barely audible over the noise.
Greg took Mycroft's hand and squeezed it gently. "It's okay, love. We'll stick together, and I won't let anything happen to you. If we need to go, just say the word."
Mycroft nodded but he didn't want his anxiety ruining Gregs chances of solving the case. Mycroft gave Greg a small smile, and they made their way through the crowd. As they made their way through the crowd, Mycroft kept close to Greg, taking comfort in his steady and reassuring presence. As the event progressed, Mycroft watched as Greg mingled with the other attendees, his eyes sharp and focused, gathering information for the case. Mycroft knew how important this was for Greg and tried to keep his own discomfort at bay. But as the evening wore on, Mycroft's nerves started to fray. He could feel the sweat on his palms and the tension in his muscles, and he knew that he was close to a panic attack.
Mycroft's heart raced as he tried to control his breathing, but he couldn't seem to catch his breath. The noise of the crowd had become unbearable, and the thought of being in such a crowded place for hours made his stomach churn. As they continued to walk and mingle, Mycroft's panic continued to escalate, and he felt like he was about to pass out. He could barely hear Greg's voice over the noise, but he clung to his partner's hand, relying on him for support.
Sensing Mycroft's distress, Greg led him away from the crowd and into a quiet corner. Greg wrapped his arms around him and held him close, murmuring soothing words in his ear. Mycroft leaned into Greg's embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"You're safe, love. I'm here for you," Greg whispered, holding Mycroft's hand tightly.
Mycroft could feel the warmth of Greg's embrace, and he tried to focus on his partner's voice, willing his breathing to slow down. Greg's words were like a lifeline, and he clung to them with all his strength. Slowly, Mycroft's breathing started to regulate, and he could feel his heart rate slowing down. He could feel the calming effect of Greg's presence, and he felt grateful for his partner's support. As his panic attack subsided, Mycroft felt the exhaustion wash over him. He pulled back from Greg's embrace and looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Greg smiled back at him, rubbing his thumb over Mycroft's hand. "You don't have to do anything alone, love. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
Mycroft felt a surge of gratitude towards Greg, his heart swelling with love for his partner. He knew that he was lucky to have someone like Greg in his life, someone who understood his fears and insecurities and who was always there to support him.
As they left the event, Mycroft felt a sense of relief and gratitude towards Greg. He knew that he could rely on his partner's love and support no matter what. And that was enough to get him through even the most challenging situations.