How can this be helping? he wants to cry. No good can come of shoving his pain onto someone else to endure like this. This -- this abdication of responsibility, this inability to do what needs to be done. He can't comprehend it.

They reach his door. (Unlocked; he forgot to lock up before joining the procession.) Gaeta's voice splinters as he tries another perfunctory protest: "We barely know each other."