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I really have no title for this. Bad Auntie Lux. Bad.

Anyway...

I had a thought the other day, that I had mentioned that (in my head canon) Gogo has anxiety, but I never really elaborated on that. So I wrote this up.

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Gogo

Gogo was well acquainted with anxiety and panic attacks, both her own and others – it was a reason why she preferred to be quick and get everything done, always being on the move; so she wouldn't have time to dwell on her inner thoughts and fears. It wasn't that the short college student was afraid of death – no, if she was she wouldn't race down the streets of San Fransokyo, wouldn't fly around with the gang on Baymax's back – she was actually pretty sure her mind wasn't even sure what exactly gave her anxiety, the thoughts and attacks just coming whenever they pleased like that unwanted friend that happened to live down the street and think it was an invitation to hang out at your house all the time and never leaving.

"They can offer support through your panic attacks."

When Baymax had said those words in his monotonous robotic voice, the rest of the group may not have caught on to what he had said, but Gogo sure did. And she'll be honest, she hadn't pegged the teen for having anxiety; of course up until then she only saw him when he had been with Tadashi, working on his Microbots, and giving his presentation, and the funeral so really she didn't have much 'Hiro time' to really assess. She always thought anxiety was worse when you didn't have something to do, or someone to be with. Maybe Hiro had thought the same thing.

When she had walked out onto Fred's patio later that night and saw him sitting there all curled into himself trying to keep his breathing even, her heart broke just a little bit more for the boy. Of course, she didn't know at the time if he had always suffered from those terrible anxious feelings or if it was more new to him.

"May I sit?"

A small nod was all she got in reply, so she sat on the furthest part of the chair as she could, not knowing how he acted during his attacks. She, for one, couldn't stand anybody touching her, speaking to her, looking at her; but she didn't want to be left alone even if that's the aura she gave off.

At one point, after a handful of minutes sitting there, not speaking or anything, she had spotted a lilac bush near the patio and brought back one of the flower bunch to the fourteen year old wheezing on the chair.

"Lilacs help me through my attacks."

She had told him that and ten minutes later, she had a crying teen him her arms.

Gog had always dealt with her anxiety on her own, her parents not understanding exactly what was wrong in her mind, choosing to just blatantly ignoring it unless it became an inconvenience and a problem for them. While she knew that wasn't the case with Hiro, he even admitted to Tadashi and Cass telling him had to go t a handful of therapy sessions; she knew it could be hard to talk about every thought with a stranger who was being paid to sit in a room with you for an hour, write some seemingly nonsensical notes on a legal pad then say 'see ya next week'; so she promised him that anytime he felt overwhelmed with anything, or just needed someone who dealt with it too, to call her up and she'll listen to him, or he could listen to her if he just needed to hear a voice that wasn't his own thoughts.

The next time she had held him while he cried was in his garage after their first run-in with that kabuki masked guy, Callaghan, and they had caught the tail end of Baymax showing Hiro a few of Tadashi's test videos.

She knew the team was beyond furious with Callaghan for what he did, or didn't do – that would be the right choice of words, but they couldn't imagine what exactly Hiro felt, what had been going through his mind when Callaghan said it was Tadashi's own fault.

She also knew Hiro wasn't quite all there when he had commanded Baymax to destroy, she had seen the heartbreak and distant look in his eyes, both frantic yet calm at the same time; the kid was so overwhelmed and stressed and upset, he was probably numb at that point, emotionally.

So it didn't surprise her when he launched into a panic attack a few minutes later when it all came back to him, of what he almost did, who he had acted like. But of course, the clueless nillies behind her weren't helping much, not their fault they probably didn't have over active minds that couldn't be reigned in without some sort of drug.

"Breathe, Hiro, breathe."

It took him a few minutes before he was able to somewhat calm down, just sniffling into her shoulder while she rubbed his back in a soft, comforting manner, the gang beside them ready to bolt inside to get Cass if need be. Hiro may have lost his brother, but he gained two more and two sisters. Of course, no one would replace Tadashi, but they could help Hiro mend.

Gogo realized this as Hiro started to pull away from her, that over the past few weeks, they've been a little family, unknowingly helping each other mend; and whether they would eventually acknowledge it or not, that's what they were becoming – more than just a group of friends, more than a group of nerds-turned-superheroes.

And what do families do? Sty by each other's sides. And that's what they were going to do.

Through thick and thin, happiness and sadness, panic attacks and anxiety, and everything in between.

Gogo was well acquainted with anxiety and panic attacks, both her own and others, so when Hiro would send her a text in the middle of the night or whenever, she'd take a break from what she was doing and talk him down.

It was the least she could do, doing for others that didn't do it for her when she needed it the most; she didn't want her young friend to travel down the same dark path she had so many years ago.