What are you thinking, then? I know you don't really like talk'n about it and you can tell me to fuck off if you want- but if I know what's stressing you out? I can help. I want to help.

[ He circles around, dropping to settle on his heels in front of Locus, hand slipping from his shoulders to rest light and idle on his knees. Just. Points of contact meant to be grounding, nonthreatening. ]

No judgement zone, remember?