[Help him? Help him with what? Ion looks uneasy as he tries to understand what it was that Rick had meant. When he had woken up to find Rick a sobbing, reclusive wreck in early August, he couldn’t particularly remember a reason to have inspired the blonde to worry about him in return. But, then, he supposed that he had been a rather large mess after the events of the Infiltration attempt. And then, before that, it had taken him what felt like ages to act relatively well put-together after the monster incident in July—and Rick had been unfortunate enough to arrive as his roommate at the very start of Ion’s horror in regaining the memories of that month.

Surely, that was what Rick was alluding to? Ion shakes his head, and gives a smile that he hopes looks as reassuring as he’s trying to make it.]

There’s little that could have been done for me, I think, and it’s all in the past now, as regrettable as the things that have happened have been. There’s no reason for you to trouble yourself over me, though the sentiment is very kind, and I thank you. [He pauses, attempts to steer the conversation, if slightly, away from his own torments.] But I’m happy to hear you say that I could help you, to any extent.

[Ion had met so many considerate people, and made so many new friends and acquaintances willing to help him—even when they were unable—Ion wanted to do anything and everything in his power to return the favor. Even if he couldn’t do much, the least he could do was be there for them, provide a word of comfort where appropriate.]