"...Thank you," he says after a pause not unlike an engine sputtering. He's aware that this is atypical, that generally banging on people's doors unexpectedly and demanding their attention to deal with personal issues is frowned upon, but he's aware enough of his own emotional state to know that he can't resolve this on his own, and Aeleus has expressed dissatisfaction with the occasions when Even gets himself stuck in a feedback loop. And there's simply no one else he can talk to.

"It's about Xion," he says, and sticks again. There are too many next sentences battering at his teeth.