[ well, that's gonna make it a little bit harder for him to push himself back up, march over to stand hovering over Yuuri, and plant his hands awkwardly on his hips (they feel weird and heavy, okay, don't worry about it), but he's gonna do all of those things anyway. ]

Stop.

[ he points an accusing finger. ]

This isn't gonna help, you know. Besides, maybe you'll get to go home soon? Maybe we all will? That'd be nice, wouldn't it? Just think about that. We're gonna go home, or that shithead is gonna come back. Either way, you'll see him again soon, so pull it together.

[ is this how you comfort people?? ]