*has the distinct sense that you aren't really clocking anything you're saying right now, much less what anyone else is saying*
*exhales on a note of pure, simple weariness and gently lays his hand over yours, stilling its restless movements on your leg (I'm here)* Just. You can lean on me if you want. I'm not going anywhere. *hates to think that he's taking advantage of you, but feels spectacularly helpless to do anything else for you* *shifts over a little closer to you* I know you're tired. Lean over.