She wasn't getting any orderlies or going to get pills or a needle yet, she just raised her eyebrow. And Marc watched her as he allowed himself to unfreeze. Well, her shoulder, really, since he was still not in an eye-contact frame of mind.
"I never said I don't want help. I'm here. I really really don't want to be, but I'm here," he said after the longest pause yet, trying his hardest to keep focused. He put his hand back in his hair again as he spoke, tightened into a fist so that it pulled just enough. "I need help. I'm sick, and I know it. And Steven wants help, and I want Steven to get whatever he needs. But I can't talk about these things, I just... I, I go away."