Alastor sat up, ears still down as he gripped at his arms, breathing shallowly as he tried to quell the panic attack. Control...get it back under control...At least long enough to get back to his own room for the full freakout.

"You're...you're welcome, Angel," he stuttered out. "And...and it's fine. No harm done."

Alastor's shadow moved between them in shadow stag form, nuzzling Angel with its nose.