The only way you'd be using us is if we didn't want to do it. All you're doing is taking us up on an offer.

[Jaime's hands slide away from Ken's back to grip at both of his arms, looking down at what is, at the present, a decent view of the top of the poor kid's head. Ken might not be up to eye contact at this very moment, but he just wanted to take a look at his face, see how he's taking it -- as if the way his hands have a death grip on his shirt isn't indication enough.]

And I'm offering. I'm offering now, and I'll offer again, and if you ask me six months from now, I'll still be offering. You can always come and talk to me, or ask me for help, even if it's for something you think is dumb.