Reeve slides in next to him with a grateful nod, careful to keep what little distance he can in such crowded quarters. It's closer than he'd normally get to a stranger, but it can't be helped, so he just makes sure that he's making his best good faith attempt to do what's being asked of him. Once he's certain that he's got at least something of a grip on the back of the seat next to him, he turns his attention back to the man standing beside him.

This stranger looks just as exhausted as he feels right now. It's probably the pot calling the kettle black and he knows it, yet at the same time he can't override his instinctive concern.

"Are you all right?" He means physically, because at this point he's fairly certain that no one is quite all right mentally or emotionally after everything that's just gone down.