"That's good," he said. He hadn't met Ram's mom, but he had vaguely heard that she had been at the party where they met, but Benny had been rather more interested in drinking and then making out with her son at the time. He couldn't imagine doing that now, even in times where Joe was awake the two were clearly so devoted to each other that he suspected all ideas of polyamory had gone out of Ram's head.
The hand running up and down Ram's back stilled as Ram pulled at his hair. "Hey, none of that," he said, gently taking Ram's hands and removing them from the position that caused him pain, and replacing the hand in his hair with his own, smoothing it back gently. He ran his fingers gently through the dark strands, digging his blunt nails into his scalp and allowing the slight scratch to try and soothe the need to hurt himself.
"You can call me or come over whenever you need it. Even to the office if you like." If his clients couldn't cope with him hugging a distressed friend for a few seconds he might need to reconsider how invested he was in their status as his clients.