His expression softens further, aching for his friend. He doesn't need him to talk about it, not really, not if he doesn't want to or can't. K can see everything he needs to see in a glance.

He reaches over to the blankets beside him. The bed is unmade, already slept in, so pulling the covers aside to make room isn't quite as clearcut as the gesture would be on a made bed, but he makes it all the same in invitation.