*looks very slightly flustered but doesn't drop your gaze* Ah. Yes. Well, I suppose that's accurate enough.
till they come out fixed
*sits in the chair next to Glorfindel and looks up again quickly, surprised by your bluntness* *more matter-of-fact than defensive* Maybe that's true of people who "dump" their loved ones here, as you say. But I assure you I'd much prefer to have him at home, with me. *gives Glorfindel's hand a reassuring squeeze and flashes him a tiny smile* And lately he seems to do better when I'm here. So I stay.
*looks back to you, prepared for either confirmation or condemnation (because he's come to terms with the fact that he doesn't have the first idea of what is most therapeutic for Glorfindel)*