[ He did, which is in part why she asked him again actually. Yeah, not really fair, she knows. But she feels fairly certain she has the diagnosis right, so she's not interesting in coming up with fake answers to give him. Mostly right now she's worried about the future, and the past. Panic attacks rarely come singly - either he's going to continue to have them, or he's been having them, or both. And if he's been having them, how on earth did she miss it? She needs to find it. ] I have literally no idea what that means. [ Deadpan and matter-of-fact. She doesn't want to force him into facing any ideas, but she's not going to let him get away with bullshit here either. It's hard to fix something you won't admit is a problem.

She waits a moment after that gesture, holds her own mostly untouched one in front of him and settles her free hand on his back, running it up and down. ] It's going to be okay, Tony. I'm right here and it's over. You're going to be okay.