Thinking it might be better if Chelsea - or anyone - didn't think he was some sort of emotionless sociopath, Iosef nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it does." It kind of didn't.
Iosef watched her unsure of whether to actually try and help her or not. Maybe only if she asked...Oh, crap. Okay now he had probably better help her anyway.
"Ah, shit." Iosef knelt beside her and lifted her up by the shoulders, so she at least wouldn't be half lying face down on the ground. He turned her like she seemed to want to do, and lied her back on the chair. "You okay?"