He'd promised Sylvie that he'd do everything he can to make sure they figure out what the hell has been going on with Raleigh, and Coop admits that he could have done a better job of it but the truth is, he's still been stinging from the shit Raleigh had said to him at Comic Con. He hasn't even seen her since then, and he hasn't been sure that he wanted to but when Joel and Mira had gotten in touch with him about really getting down to the problem, Coop couldn't say no.

He hangs in the doorway for a moment after Joel walks in, glancing at Mira with something resembling guilt in his expression before briefly meeting Raleigh's accusatory eyes and following his friend into the apartment. The look of the place surprises him, though he manages to keep his expression neutral, and there's absolutely no question in his mind now that this isn't just unexpected behavior. There's something wrong, seriously wrong, and he has no fucking clue what it is yet but now that all three of them are here, Coop's more confident that they can figure it out.

There's not even really anything he can think of to say, he just crosses the room to stand next to Joel and crosses his arms over his chest, a preemptive defensive measure against whatever it is Raleigh--or not Raleigh, as the case may be--comes up with to throw at them. She can give them her worst, he thinks, but this isn't Raleigh. This isn't their friend; and there's no way in hell they're going to give up on getting her back.