His expression softens, he hadn't meant to upset her. He takes a step closer, his good hand hovering a couple inches from his side as if he wants to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder but he just isn't sure it's a good idea, he doesn't want to risk it. A few days after what had happened to him, the mere mention of Mark's name had sent him into a panicked frenzy. He'd cut his hair because he hadn't been able to handle remembering what it was like to have it pulled for the sake of another blow to the face.

"Okay," he says, trying his best to sound more soothing than anything because regardless of what Emily's name is, she's still his friend. He still wants to make sure she's taken care of, make sure she's not alone. "Okay, Raleigh. Why don't you-- Do you want to come to my place? I have coffee there, a couple open rooms if you want to rest." He sighs, shifting on his feet. "Sometimes it's just better not to be alone."