Kain's head jerked up and over, the brunette's heart was beating too fast. Flinging itself at the bars of it's cage, a bird not used to being held captive. His breathing was quick and shaky, rapid pants of a small startled animal. Perhaps its should have triggered a predatory response in Kian, he was a predator after all, but instead it triggered a different kind of response. Kian had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from making a moan like sound...as humans would completely misinterpret that. Which would be extra bad as he didn't want to startle the poor man anymore. He knew how bad the attacks could be, though he hadn't had one while ordering coffee.<br/><br/>With a smooth motion Kian stood up, his motions silent and his drink forgotten. Chris looked more than a little freaked out by the guy's sudden anxiety attack, the too slim man's hands fluttering as he tried to figure out what to do. Kian held up a hand and gave Chris a smile before stopping near the panicking man. He kept a bit of space between them so he wasn't crowding the other man, as he didn't want to make the attack any worse. Kian bent down a little, so the seven inches he had on the guy wouldn't seem so intimidating, and gave him a soft and reassuring smile, "Hey, my name's Kian-the guy behind the counter is Christian-and I just wanted to let you know you where safe here, alright? You can leave if you need to, no one is going to make you stay, no one is going to force you to do anything. You don't have to be scared,"<br/><br/>Kian's smile widened a bit, "I know it's hard to believe right now but it won't last forever. Try and take a couple deep breaths alright? If you need to sit down for a bit I have a booth over there. You can take a seat, if you want I'll stand right here, alright? The choice is yours,"<br/><br/>He tried to keep talking, to keep the other man's mind off the people around them. Given there weren't a great deal. Including Kian there where only four patrons. One was a regular and friend of the owner who looked at the panicking man with concern. The other two where whispering among themselves about the poor man's panic and Kian straightened to shoot them a glare that silenced them. He didn't want them to add to the anxiety the poor guy was feeling.<br/><br/>Though honestly the man's anxiety seemed so bad that he could probably have a Psychiatric service dog...unless he didn't like dogs? Or was scared of them? Or maybe he just didn't know he could do it? Ugh, he was getting too involved but the guy was just...he couldn't order a drink at a café and Kian wanted to help. He shouldn't have to be so scared, panic shouldn't be rolling off the man in waves.<br/><br/>"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" Kian didn't know him and didn't know what would hold the other man's interest and distract him from the anxiety, but if he could get him talking then maybe it would help. even just a little bit.