Well shit. Jim’s never seen Walter like this, even though he’s only really known him well for the past two months or so. Fuck. Fuck, okay. He remembers having to deal with panic attacks back in the fleet Airforce, he knows this, needs to give walter something to focus on in the here and now.

He remebers one time, very specifically when another cadet panicked when his best friend was in the midst of one and just went stright in for a kiss. Jim looks at Walter now and can’t deny he’s tempted, but damn if he’s not more romantic than having his first kiss with someone in a dingy bathroom stall like this.

So instead, Jim moves to sit up next to the wall as close as he can get to Walter. He says nothing, but he does sling his arm around his friend, his warm palm an anchor to whatever’s happening now, a suggestion of movement to get him to try and get in close. He’ll wait for now, wait until Walter makes any movement until he starts speaking.