Zack

*I grit my teeth*this is the third time I had to tell you i.have.anxiety!.

*he sighs, his eyes narrowing even more. He's starting to get frustrated with you, but he's trying to keep his cool. He speaks in a firm voice* I know you have anxiety, but you don't have to keep bouncing your leg like that. It's making me uncomfortable.

it's a coping mechanism for my anxiety *I say through gritted teeth my leg starting to bounce faster and I squeeze his hand even tighter*