[For a while he just stares, arms limp even though he feels like he's scrambling up a mountain. He was clearly meant to be getting this, but it just... It was ridiculous, and strange, and trying to force his thoughts into the shape needed to figure out this apparently very simple thing was making him shut down.]

That's okay. Everything is dangerous. It wouldn't make things worse for me. The only thing that would make things worse is you staying sad, or mad, or...whatever this is.