"Roger?"

Roger lifted his head after a long moment, watching Paul with a baleful gaze. Even when he'd come to Paul's office on his own – and let Paul lead him to his apartment later – he acted like he was forced to be here, either eying the exits or keeping his eyes on the floor. "What?"

"We're not in Life Support now."

He raised an eyebrow, a bit of a sardonic smirk on his lips. "I hadn't noticed."

"What I'm saying is you don't have to look at me like I'm going to try to feed you some message you don't want to hear."

"You believe it, though." Roger looked down again. "That... message. You'll try to fix me."

Paul sighed. "Not fix you. Help you." He shifted over cautiously, rested a hand on Roger's knee. "Let me, please."

Roger bit his lip, then nodded slightly, shifting ever so slightly to lean against Paul. It was enough.