He doesn't know what to do other than approach, a hand on France's shoulder, crouching down next to him, a closeness he doesn't normally display but that isn't normally needed, either. He's concerned, he's worried, and he knows that unless the other calms down, he'll be a little scared.

"Francis", he tries. "Tell me what's happening."

And even if his voice is steady, he can't cover up the sense of urgency his tone carries, that reveals his alarm.