"I'm glad." She is. But this was not going to be, she decides immediately, a therapy session in a closet where she asks him why he needed this. That is not what tonight is for, and anyway, her brain is so blitzed that she wouldn't offer an even mildly convincing listening ear. No. Tonight is solution-based, temporary as those may be. "I'm good at multitasking, so." She explains, closing the door. She flips his hand so she's touching the underside of his wrist, and with a little head tilt, it becomes an invitation she's probably far too busy to explain.