[Jim arrives looking like he hasn't slept in days - probably about a month, actually, since he's had real sleep.] Hey, Emo. [He makes his presence known immediately, knowing what silence might do to a blind man. He walks into the living room before he notices Emo on the floor, but when he does, he doesn't say anything, just moves to help him up, putting a hand on his arm and helping him into the chair.] Easy, buddy.

[He means it to sound encouraging, but it probably just infantilizes him. Oops. When Emo's back in his chair, Jim goes to take a seat on the couch, debating commenting on the towel for a moment. Instead, he sits in the comfortable silence. It's nice to be in the company of a friend for the first time in a long time. He rests his forearms on his knees comfortably.] Nice place. [As if he hadn't just come in and found him on the floor in a mess.]