"You're not broken." It was the most coherent, firm thing he'd been able to say so far. The rest, though, was choked with emotion.

"They'll help. They'll help both of us. But they can't take me away. Only I can decide that. Even you can't. I'm here, all right?" He tried to let out a breath, find some sort of steady ground and came up empty. "I want you to be okay but I can't help. I'm no good. They can, though. You need them."