His problem was that he couldn't say no. There was always someone in need of something, and he was never able to sit still knowing he could be helping. Between his compulsion for helping others with everything and his vigilante work, he'd been so concerned with saving everyone else that he'd missed someone suffering right under his nose. And not just anyone—someone he cared about, deeply.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, trying not to make this about him and his guilt. "I should've been here for you, and I wasn't." He forced a small smile, despite himself. "But I'm here now. And if there's anything you need, tell me, okay? Anything at all. You're important to me. You...really are."