*has the sudden, mad urge to bodily drag you to a doctor, the way he dragged Glorfindel to rehab, and to block the door with his own body if necessary*
*but then he hears the utter hopelessness in your voice and remembers that none of this is new, not even to him, just because he does not understand your reasons any better*
You cannot? Or you will not try? *reaches across to pull the papers from your hand, open his top drawer, set the papers inside, close the drawer again (see, they've vanished)(please, I am still your friend)*