Avery didn't press right away, he simply stayed crouched, watching as his neighbor flinched like a kicked dog, shoulders curled in defensively. He gave him a moment, letting the silence stretch just enough to be comforting, not suffocating. "Okay," he said softly, accepting the lie for what it was. Not the truth, but a shield. Avery shifted to sit beside him, leaning his back against the same wall. "Do you want me to call someone for you? Or... I can help with the lock if it's just being stubborn." They kept their tone casual and easy, like they were just neighbors catching up instead of one of them crying outside their own front door. Still, Avery noticed everything — the tremor in the other's fingers, the splotchy redness on his cheeks, the glazed look in his eyes that wasn't just from drinking. They then glanced at the keychain still clutched in his neighbor's hand. "Looks like it was a rough night. Sometimes it sneaks up on you like that, huh?" There was another small moment of silence as Avery folded his arms over his chest. "I'm Avery, by the way. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, but you don't have to sit out here alone, either."