The only response is a look, one that is both telling enough of his concern and firm enough with the unspoken let me help, just this once and I swear to you, we shall never speak of it -- ever.

Riley's hand is firm then, beneath Hikaru's elbow, the other arm a steady fixture spanning the Blade King's shoulders. He does not move, and in that, is respectfully offering assistance in the way a parent might a mule-headed child who insists he can handle things that in actuality he cannot.

"Hikaru," he says in quiet near-admonition. "Really."

You are not the only one who utterly abhors the idea of showing weakness.