He's probably the last guy anyone wants talking them off any kind of ledge but without no one else here he doubles and down and does his best to be... what? Supportive? Reassuring? Fuck.

"You're not... You ain't let no one down, bub. And I ain't in any trouble. Least... no more than the rest of us," he mumbles that last bit.

"Ike?" Who the hell is Ike? "Ike's great. He's fine. He'd like you to uhh, to wake up and fiddle with that fancy bracelet of yours and give him a call. Can you do that for me? Use that thing?" Maybe it's a futile effort but it's all he can think to offer to get the kid to pull himself out of this waking dream he seems committed to.