"Nnno," admits Yuri. He feels bad about it; he really does want to help but he doesn't know what to do, here. "I, um, don't. But maybe we could find someone who does? Or -- uh. Find something distracting, maybe."

Or he could just leave this guy alone. He's in rough shape, but he seemed to just be sitting still and dealing with it before Yuri came and stirred him up into some kind of panic. "Unless that's what you were doing?" His voice climbs the register with doubt.