He swallows hard. He shakes his head. Perhaps this is an honest problem. Perhaps he doesn't understand how a friend is supposed to work. He knows how it works in his own circles - when someone is feeling unhappy, you mock them and tell them that they're being quite thoroughly idiotic and perhaps offer to buy them a drink. It's different here, different with Sonia - something like that is utterly out of the question...

"And how am I to help you, then?" His voice is a miserable bite. "What could make you less unhappy?"