"Tatsuo!" Togusa is up out of his seat in a flash, before he remembers to keep his voice down again. He moves to Tatsuo's side, and his hand goes to Tatsuo's shoulder. Why do these always hit him so much harder than anyone else?

"Hey, hey. Come on." He offers his shoulder. "We've got to get you sitting down again."

The pity party can come to a screeching halt as soon as someone else needs him. He's glad the lights are already low, nothing else to make it worse for Tatsuo. He tries to gently lead, if Tatsuo will let him.