Steven winces. "Ah," he says, and drops the phone and the camera, hurrying around. "What happened--?" An Echo, of course, but what kind, to kill his composure this quickly? "Don't - shit - don't cry - oh, god, look, sit down..." He guides him by the shoulders pointedly toward the couch and makes him sit, settles down next to him. Close enough to touch but far enough that it's, hopefully, not too much.