Julie may have only known Klaus a relatively short time, but there are parts of him that she knows as well as she knows herself. The parts that cry out for the pain to stop, for things to just end, for things to be a little better, just a little better, for a little while. Those things are as familiar to her as the marks on her wrists.

"Okay," she says, and she smiles. He can do this. She chases the peck to her mouth with another kiss before she lets him go.

"I'll be here. Or do you want me to come with you?"

Not something to be forced. She believes he can do this by himself, and she'll give as much support as he wants.