Instead of saying anything he nods.

“Okay. Let’s head home, then.”

Lev is quiet on the way home and holds Martin's hand.

Martin is surprised and quietly delighted by the holding hands!

On the bed there is: a notable absence of food wrappers! An empty space large enough for Lev to sit but not for him to lie down! A plastic bag of cut-up pills! A sharps container!

...Um!

Martin is going to wait to comment on this until Lev has calmed down a bit but his face sure is going on a journey!

Lev's head is in Martin's lap. He puts Martin's hand on his head and doesn't say anything which is, for Lev, a sign of serious distress.

...Martin is just going to pet Lev’s hair very slowly, then. 

He's not saying anything! He has had a really incredibly bad week.

He wonders vaguely if at some point he should comfort Martin instead of always the other way around.

Martin is just going to keep petting his hair for as long as he needs.

...Or, like, for a while at least. At some point he's going to ask, "Should I... get us some food? We can order takeout or I can make something?"

"Not hungry."

"You skipped lunch and it's probably dinnertime now. ...Maybe past dinnertime."

"Haven't been hungry. --And I'm on moda."

"Right, well, I noticed that you're definitely on something, we can talk more about that later, but artefact storage hasn't reported any missing items so I assume it has not obviated your physical needs. Do you want Chinese or pizza?"

"Chinese."

"Cool."

Good things about ordering food: phone calls only require one hand, so the other hand can be used to continue petting Lev.

"Don't have to eat. Could probably stand to lose some weight anyway."

“No, actually, you do still have to eat. Besides, I already ordered food for you.”

"I like it when you tell me what to do," he says into Martin's thigh.

“Good! Well, once the food gets here, you’re going to eat it, and tomorrow you’re also going to eat food. And now you’re going to tell me what drugs you’re on.”

"Modafinil. I haven't been able to sleep since I found the non-digitizable statement about the Magnus Archives-- or not more than one or two hours, anyway. It's a stim, it lets you skip sleep without taking a cognitive penalty. It's not addictive." 

“Okay, that’s definitely better than it could be. You’ve been taking it every night since you found out about the non-digitizable statements?”

"Morning, and no. I meant the one about the dreams about the previous archivist."

“That’s also better than it could be, okay, cool! You’re still going to need... more food and sleep than you’re getting, though. Have you tried, like, melatonin or anything to help you sleep, or did you just jump to avoiding it?”

He curls up. "Going to sleep is scary."