[ It must be some show, what with his pulse hammering wildly under his skin. There's no way he's going to be able to calm down and so he doesn't even try, allows panic to wash over him completely, breath rapid in his lungs and arms pressing, reaching, grasping for something to fight back with. Buffy taught him how to stake vampires but he's not so sure he could do it, even if he did find something sharp and pointy. ]
No... don't. We'll- we'll think of something. We'll fix this, please Rebecca-! [ A choked off whimper. ]