Of course. My door is always open. [ She stands up, then, because...well, leaving to his thoughts seems apt, although he gets a quirked smile after a second. ] Figuratively. It's actually locked because they do that automatically, but...well, you know.

[ Before she starts to leave, she does put a hand on his shoulder, a silent show of - support? Friendship? Knowing that this is a terrible solution to a terrible situation?

They've had enough silent conversations that she can read what he'll say in the morning, but...

As long as they stay focused on the outcome, it'll be all right. If she repeats that, she can believe it. ]

Don't stay out here too late. It's still a little chilly, and humans seem to get sick rather easily.