"Breathe, man, I need you to breathe," Hardison said, rubbing his hand over Eliot's back. "Breathe, an' count backwards from ten to one, hittin' each exhale."

He used the same instructions Eliot would tell him, back when he woke up from coffin nightmares.

"Ain't nothin' gonna attack. We'll keep a lookout an' if anything even looks hinky, we're gonna head down to the panic room."