No.

( Does she even know what she means? Not really. They're both such tangled messes of hurt and scarring that help could mean a million things.

Kate's hands reach out, threading into both of Shin's, squeezing each gently. )

I don't know. ... I think that's up to you.

( Her thumbs stroke slow circles against the backs of his hands. )

Can't promise it'll be good help. ... Unless y'need me to punch someone. But you're th' first real friend I've had in a while, so...

( God she's so bad at this. How do you say "I don't want you to feel like you're alone"? )