[It helps. It's less galling than Anton's resistance would indicate, but it still irks him that he needs the help at all, that his knees shake and his vision does a slow white burn. When they reach the door to his bedroom he grips it to steady himself on something more solid than air, and then continues the rest of the way to the bed.

[He doesn't want to admit how relieved he is, to sit down again, lean his elbows on his knees and put his head down to breathe for a minute.]