"Not letting you torture yourself alone," Andy murmured, voice soft even when she wrapped her arms around Booker to squeeze tightly. He wasn't the most physically demonstrative, and neither was she, but being surrounded by the rest of them might help. Just to know he wasn't alone, even when he felt hopeless.

"Family time. Be with us." She'd fit in next to Booker wherever he found space, in whatever arrangement they all fit into: it wasn't the first time they'd all shared a bed, not by a long shot. "Let us help."