[ He's patient, holding Moriarty's hands as long as he needs him to, steady and grounding because that's what he needs to be. But he doesn't offer answers, doesn't put forth so much as he reflects what's in front of him. ]

That's right. Until you need to see me again, this is the last of our sessions. But you know what to do if you wish to talk with me again.

[ Just kill someone? Then his door will be open, easy peasy. ]