He curls himself against the back of the couch, just looking at her. He just doesn't seem concerned about fixing himself at the moment, and it seems like there is little chance of him constructively seizing the situation when he doesn't even both to take the kit from her. He just looks around dizzily before staring at his knees.

"You said I could come here," he mumbles, uselessly. "You said that I could..." He trails off and stares at his hands, flexing his fingers. "I don't know what I'm doing."