[Alright, an answer, which can be a process, which can be a goal. Palamedes nods; he's not so presumptuous as to insert himself into that process as, like, the foremost expert on the human experience, but he would like to... be there, as it were. To offer support in whatever way he can, if it weren't already obvious.

Which he has to wonder if it isn't, actually, after this other thing. He shakes his head, shifting to put his knee down and out of the way to draw Choso in closer- one of the newly acquired benefits of having so many arms, he doesn't even have to let go of his hands before he runs out of tentacles.]

You don't think so? You listened. You came. [That on its own means a lot to Palamedes, the simple fact that he would try so readily to make him feel better. Maybe coming to the room had been for other reasons, true, but walking in the door and picking Palamedes right up off the floor to hug him is also not insignificant.]

I like being with you, I want you to take up my time. You can have more of it, if you want. [Anytime, like he'd said; not an exaggeration.] Don't you—

[—also want that? Not in the literal, attached-at-the-hip kind of way, so impractical; but in the metaphorical, swimmy, feelings kind of way.]

Hmm. What do you want?