His breathing is better, thank goodness. Years of training have taught her the importance of breathing exercises when trying to control stress levels — she would have leveled the SHIELD base more than once if she hadn't learned proper stress control.

She combs her fingers through his hair until he straightens again, taking in the way he seems to be coming back to himself slowly. If only he'd chosen a different line of thought to follow.

"I don't know," she answers honestly, reaching back for the bottle of water. Twisting the cap, she holds the bottle out to him. "It seems like it did but I don't know, Neal. Here, you should drink this."