[after a beat, Manabu hastily scrubs at an eye, sniffs loudly, picks his head up, and turns around, pulling a smile. it's hard to force at first, but it settles with ease when he talks.]

That's when you do what you did. You say it's really tough, and...ask for some help. And you get a little help to get your footing again, and then you can move forward again.

You let someone remind you to not be ashamed for the help, because you know you'd do the same. And you have to remind them that later, probably. You even let them tell you you're an okay-guy now and then. [his head tilts, mouth quirking.]

That's how it goes, I've found.