[...and for some reason that's when something actually seems to click into place; he'd had the pieces laid out before, he'd just never bothered to connect them properly. The constant concern that he's going to die, the paranoia when he couldn't reach him, the insistence that being by oneself is the worst thing that can- ]
There's no one you know there with you right now, is there?
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There's no one you know there with you right now, is there?
[Give him a moment.]
...I'm not going to leave you alone.