He sighed, the noise almost-sorrowful, almost-annoyed, and made no move towards his friend. "I... know you're not happy about this," Joshua was never happy about rehab or therapy, "but you know they're trying to help you. I just want you to... be yourself again, Joshua, not run away from m-- from the world into your drugs and fantasies."

Shifting a little, he made a short gesture, as if he was going to reach out Scourge before thinking the better of it.