Armaan leaned back, gazing at Freddie's beautiful face, his expression one of pure concern. Armaan's chest clenched and he honestly wondered if he was going to be able to speak about this at all. "Please," Armaan managed to whisper. "Please help me up?" He didn't want to try to talk about his soul being crushed while he was on the floor in Freddie's apartment hallway. They should at least go inside.