He hates this. He hates this he hates this he hates this. He's naked under a coat, surrounded by endless strangers in mask in a world he doesn't know or understand.

He takes a step back and he's trying not to hyperventilate. It's too much.

He jumps when Adam touches his shoulder and it's his only way to ground. Adam blocks the world, not hard to do considering how tiny he is. He closes his eyes and matches Adam's breathing unintentionally.

"I don't want to talk to anyone until I have clothes," he whispered, his voice caught in his throat. He needed clothes. He needed food and warmth but he especially needed clothes. He wasn't safe like this.