Armand listened to him speak. Perhaps he shouldn't have intruded. It was obvious that John did not want to talk, and he wasn't sure if it was because they were barely acquainted or because he had simply stopped caring. It was hard to tell, but Armand was leaning towards the latter. It almost looked, to him at least, that he had given up all hope. He supposed Moriarty constantly chipping away at a person could do that to anyone. He hated seeing someone so broken, and in most cases he would try and help. That was what he did best, helping. And normally he would try and figure out what to say easily, but that skill was not coming tonight. John might be beyond help, for all he knew. He wasn't quite sure.
"Eponine would kill us both for being out here," he said quietly, trying to think of what to say. "But I see you are armed, so at least you will be safe if things go wrong. It might be concealed, but I come from a time where men carry pistols to engage in duels at dawn. I know what I am looking for." He was quiet for a few more moments, shifting his hold on his umbrella. "If you do not wish to have company I can leave you be. We do not know each other well, I know that. But sometimes I can be a good listener, if you think you could make use of that."