He followed her up the stairs, inclining his head towards her as she mentioned where she lived. "It's not a problem," he said simply. "I'm happy to help out." And it was true. Though a lot of his smiles were false, and he felt more out of sorts with people than in sorts, he did genuinely enjoy helping them. It was a small, temporary band-aid over the enormous nothing that usually consumed him. "And I'm one floor up from you, so I've had to carry things further than this when I was moving in."