Avery rose with her, ready to steady her if she swayed too far, though he kept his hands to himself until she gave him any indication she wanted help. "You don't need to apologize," he said softly. "I think we've all had nights where the universe decides to pile on at once." He briefly glanced to the jagged piece of key still stuck in the lock, then back to her face. She was trying to pull herself together, but he could still see the glassiness in her eyes, the way her breathing hitched every so often like she hadn't finished crying. "I've got the landlord's number somewhere, yeah. I can call him for you, if you'd like. Or..." They hesitated for a moment, not wanting to overstep. "If you'd rather sit down for a bit and have some water, I've got plenty inside. No pressure, though, of course. Just until we figure out the lock situation." They offered their new neighbor a faint, reassuring smile. "Up to you."