Vance made a soft noise at the back of his throat. "You're not a responsibility, Robbie. You're my friend. And part of being friends means being there for you when things are difficult and helping you to hold things together and to help carry the load at the end of the day."

Sure, Vance had his own issues, but they were smaller and he knew that something could be done about them and he was going to do something about them.

"Sounds like it was." He started to scoot the chair forward, then paused and frowned. "Robbie. Are you okay for me to come closer? Do you want to be touched right now?" Because Robbie did look like he needed a hug, but it might not be welcome.