Carrying her up the stairs it is, then. It's not easy and it's very lucky he makes it without dropping her. Both of them falling down the stairs is also not going to help anything. Well, she might be forced to think about what troubles her if she can't move, instead of storming and fighting like she can keep those truths away if she fights hard enough. There's only so long she can go before she breaks and really breaks, and he knows well enough that is something she'd be better off not doing in the lobby.

He's stronger than he looks, considering how far he has to take her to get to her door. He's a bit winded from it but when he finally does set her down, it's only so he can point at the handle. "Open it." The fact is he doesn't know how to help her with that storm brewing inside her, either. He's never been good at sorting out his. But doesn't someone have to try? Emma had anchored him when he needed it but as far as he knows, Cashmere doesn't have an equivalent here. Even wild eyed and raw with pain, Cashmere is about all he has left as a friend in this place. So he's going to try.