[While Min is quiet, so is Shiro. Partly because he's tired, just sitting upright. And partly to wait while the gears turn in Min-Gi's head. Something is chewing away in there - he wants to ask. He should ask. But he doesn't know Min well enough to know if asking will mean withdrawing.]

[And hell if he knew what was going through the kid's head, he'd probably have choked. Sure, him and Adam have come a long way, but no problems? That's... almost comical, really. He'd bet Wu and Mako have their own issues, too - but that's for them to divulge. If, you know, those thoughts ever came out.]

[Still, when the orange pops apart, he reaches out, despite the aches in his bones. Covers one of Min's fruit-splattered hands in his own. It's okay. You're good.]

That's not your fault. [Firmly, but not unkindly.] None of us can control when we turn up here. As for the rest of it... [His hand drops, and he shakes his head.]

A lot of us have been powerless for a long time, here. We do whatever we can to get by - and sometimes, all we can do is just be there for the people we love. I know that doesn't sound like much, it doesn't feel like much.

But if it's everything you can do, I can't fault you. And neither will he.