Jareth felt her fingers brush against his, soft as the spring breeze, and timid as a bunny. He hadn't realized she would be right there. When Amelia came in, Jar tried to raise his left index finger to his lips to keep her quiet, but it didn't work. And it was too late, another voice disturbing the peace must have spooked her, because he couldn't feel Adelisa's fingers anymore. Some small capsules hit the ground and bounced into his hand. Pills. He was making progress and none of them even realized it, he held back his frustration and instead focused on Dela's words. She didn't want them all there, and she didn't want to talk. He'd figured as much, one of the worst things you can do to a suicidal person is try to downplay their situation, or give them advice that you really don't know how to give. He kept his hand under the door "No one's going to talk anymore. We don't need to talk. I can come in there and just sit with you, if you want. Or I can just stay sitting here." he didn't have to say it outright for the message to be clear: [i]Either way, I'm not leaving.[/i]