I might, on occasion, have a wee little freak out.
Here's what Andrew's done when, perhaps, I might have started crying, and maybe saying something like, "But you're not listening to me. I don't like it when you don't listen to me."
He leads me over to a chair, and tucks me up in a quilt (that Nicole made), and then he brings me these:
and then he leaves the room to get me a drink.