The room seemed to be underwater. Creek's ears couldn't pick up any bits of what they were talking about. His palms sweat and his heart was thundering in his chest. Branch subtly slipped his hand under the table and gripped Creek's wrist, giving it a loving squeeze. The gesture was electrifying, the unexpected warmth of energy flowing from his mate's touch and soothing many of his erratic feelings. He was able to take in a breath, looking back over again to see Branch giving him the smallest, most gentle smile. It was almost like he was saying, It's okay. I've got you. Pressure built behind Creek's eyes and he took in another shaky breath, pulling in as much positive energy he could find. It was going to be a horribly long night.