Oh, Harpuia.

X didn't fully understand his circumstances. He didn't fully understand the things he was saying to him, and could only piece together Harpuia's circumstances in a patchwork piecemeal of events and ideas that sat in a very loose, coherent pattern.

But he understood enough. At least enough to feel a hard tug of sympathy for the man he was looking at now, slumped as though a great weight had just been lifted off of his shoulders for the first time.

X stepped forward.

One step. Two. Three.

Standing at Harpuia's side, X dared to place the hand without the glass shard in it on his companion's shoulder, giving it a squeeze (Wait, that was his injured hand, wasn't it? Ow, ow. Probably not the best of his ideas). Awkward, unsure, but still in hopes to be comforting all the same.

After all Harpuia had done for him so far, it was the absolute least he could do (and it wasn't exactly in his nature to ignore anyone's plight, regardless of how small or insignificant it was).

"I...I'm glad to have been of help."

He threw him an encouraging smile. If he needed to say more, X was willing to listen.