That's even less reason to go along with what you're asking, you know.

[Maybe it'd be tolerable if Jayce were a cute teenage girl--

Craning over his notebook for a moment, Aqua ran his finger down a list of medicine components and interactions scrawled in Japanese until he found something he'd circled, then selected another bottle from the counter, then another. Once he'd gathered the ones he wanted, he began doling them out into the plastic compartments of a pill organizer, every so often double-checking his notes.]

It should be you. Getting cried on and hugged. ...You say you don't have family, but that sounds close enough to me.

[He snapped the pill organizer closed and turned again.]

I'm not actually a genius. I know I don't have the medical knowledge to cure you, Viktor. [It wasn't like Tokyo University offered a specialization in poisonous materials and diseases on other worlds--nor was Aqua a practicing doctor of any kind.] All I can do here is try to give your body and mind enough of a respite to keep going... until we all work a way out.

...

[He was looking not at Viktor, but at the floor between them, the pillbox still held between his hands.]

...Can't I do that much?