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Bojan was nearing an anxiety attack. It wasn't there yet, but Nace noticed.
He was quieter than usual, staring blankly at the wall in front of him, caught up in his own thoughts; but he was also shifting in his seat more than usual, biting his nails and shaking his leg up and down pretty quickly.
“Hey, Bojči, what's wrong?” He sat down on the couch next to him, really carefully so as not to startle him.
“I... don't know, to be honest. It's just...” Bojan started, exhaustion evident in his voice, but he really didn't know what to say. There were so many things in his mind at the moment to be able to put it into words.
“Okay, it's okay, don't worry. I'm here,” Nace reassured him. “Do you want a hug?”
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
The bassist shifted closer and wrapped his arms around him. The younger nuzzled his face against the crook of Nace's neck, breathing in that comforting smell he loved so much.
The singer could feel how Nace's hand caressed his hair very gently, so he tried to focus his attention on that feeling to try to calm his racing mind.
Nace left a couple of tender kisses on the top of his head, making a pleased hum escape from Bojan's mouth.
The singer could already feel his mind slowing down, his thoughts shifting from whatever was troubling him to focus on the man beside him. How his arms felt around him, his smell – a mixture of shampoo and the tea he had been drinking –, his soothing breathing, the gentle movement of his fingers in his hair, the touch of his lips on his head, the whispered words of affirmation… All of him.
After a while, Bojan could feel himself slowly drifting off to sleep, safe in his boyfriend's arms.
“Are you feeling better, baby?” He could hear Nace asking, though the words sounded like they were spoken from far away, rather than merely some centimeters above him.
“You always make me feel better, Nacko” he mumbled against the other's neck, leaving a little kiss there before falling asleep.